He began to thrust into me. I felt the head of him, began to stretch me. I was tight, and my body resisted him. As wet as I was, it still hurt some. H... continued to thrust in a bit further, until I tensed under him. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, keep going. Please.” I begged. He hurt a bit, but it felt so good. He continued to enter me, and I kept my body as relaxed as I could, biting my lip to stop from making any noise. “You feel so fucking good.” “So do you,” I admitted. The head of him was at. I was a bit in a hurry so I used a trick that most chefs would probably frown on. After taking careful aim I shot my tongue out and retrieved the strainer with it. I propped the thing up in the sink with a bit of prodding, then tipped out the potatoes in. With the potatoes now drained I could dispense with the pot, so put it back on the hob to wash later. I got a spoon and began putting the meat into the baking dish.With that out the way I got the potatoes and mashed them up with the a little. Doug led the way and sat down and beckoned for me to follow as Paul put his hand on my arse as I manoeuvred my way around.’‘We settled and chatted and drank and had a good laugh, the conversation got sexy and I am not sure when it happened but I had two hands rubbing my legs before I had taken the first sip of my drink. Their touch was gentle and they took their time moving slowly upwards. I was in a hedonistic trance by now and even parted my legs a little to egg them on ever higher towards my. She took a deep breath, before turning on her heels, facing David. She closed her eyes and let the music take over, her body seemed to be moving without her telling it to. She took small, slow steps forward, running her hands up and down her, imagining they were David's strong hands caressing her. She pushed her breasts together for a moment before trailing her hands back down her sides. She brushed back her hair and traced her jawline, then let her hands fall to her chest, down her abdomen,.