As the sturdy camp table Mike had borrowed from his father’s tools shed was brought in we laid Billy on the recently scrubbed chipping green top. Bi...ly finally had to ask what we were going to do. I answered “ we are going to prep you ready for dinner”, “but what do you need to do for that I can feed myself” he said. “No Billy you don’t understand you aren’t going to eat dinner, you are the dinner” I told him. He thought I was joking of course but when I didn’t laugh he screamed “what the hell,. They talked further and made arrangements to meet for a coffee the next morning. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the books. Vivaldi wasn’t his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done. Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her down to his parent’s on Saturday. In something of a tired voice, she agreed, said night and dropped the receiver on its cradle, cutting off any chance for a chat. He figured she had someone with her, but. Squeaking and moaning in orgasm nearly every fifth stroke."Fuck yes," she said, practically crying with the mix of pleasure and pain.Eventually I switched positions. Sitting down on the changing rooms little bench I let her do the riding, those huge tits bouncing in my face as she fucked herself. I could see it in her eyes. She was completely transformed. I sat back, content to simply suck and chew on those big bouncing orbs, letting her fuck herself into abandon. She worked her hips. ‘Say it! Say you love it!’ In the dream I began to shout. ‘I love it!’ They were down to the small of my back. ‘What do you love? , Say it!’ ‘Pain,’ I answered. The blows were coming faster and faster. ‘What do you want? SAY IT!’ They were moving to my buttocks. ‘More!’ The passing beverage cart jolted me awake. I stayed awake long enough this time to look around where I was seated. Across the aisle I spotted a cute guy. He was skinny with pretty white skin and curly brown hair. He was wearing.