I felt that I could finally find some help and there could even be a farmer there who could help clear up the road and release my car. Drenched, I arr...ved at the door and I rang the bell. Nothing happened the first time but the second time an attractive blond lady arrived at the door. She looked at me and laughed but I explained my situation. As I looked like a drowned rat she said that I should get changed and dry and then we could organise some help. I was cold so this sounded appealing. Now. The girls and I are still turned on from watching her fucking you last week. The girls are exactly half my age,” Libby reminds me as I take in my new surrounds.All of them are dressed similarly, heels in well above the knee, black dresses, what they would wear to a cocktail party. Their tanned thighs look wonderful, on all three of them.“Would you like the girls to undress you while I watch?,” Libby asked as the girls did so without waiting for my answer.“Oh wow, your flaccid cock is bigger. “Yes! You’re so… so tight.”So ‘tight’ was a good thing for him? It wasn’t a good thing for me. ‘Tight’ hurt.It hurt even more when he started pushing in and out of me.He began panting and groaning, as though it was a challenging athletic event; running up a few flights of stairs maybe. All I was doing was lying there with my legs spread wide and my vagina burning.From my experience of wanking him and sucking him, it was clear that Mr Cooper was enjoying himself against the backdrop of my wincey. My balls slap your stomach. I pull back again and slam in harder this time, my balls hitting you more firmly. My sack just touching and stimulating your clit as it does. I lean down again, thrusting into you as I do. Grinding my pelvis against you. I fondle your breasts with one hand as I nuzzle your neck and then your ears. My other hands reach down to your opening, where my throbbing cock is buried inside you. I finger you and I thrust, burying myself as deep as I can go. I pull back and.