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 thrust in again, slamming you hard as my fingers tease your little button. We keep on like this. Fucking like two animals in a rut. I'm biting at your neck as I pump in and out of you. You turn your head and I lean in and kiss at your mouth, our tongues probing and pushing against the other's. I feel you convulse. You lock up,. Robin and Bea drove back to London on Sunday. Bea did not stay the night but went straight on home. Neither had been in each other's pockets on the Friday or the Saturday and indeed at the reception moved independently throughout. There were many of their friends there who were all thoroughly tactful about the separation. The Irvine family was there in strength, Henry being Christopher's godfather. Robin spent a long and amusing time talking to Charles and Jean. He had not seen their daughters. As he did, I slowly spread my legs with the anticipation of him moving to my inner thighs. He did not disappoint. As he moved downwards, he massaged my outer thigh and inner thigh simultaneously, coming delectably close to my now very swollen labia. I could feel the wetness building inside of me. He repeated the process on the other side. Again, approaching but not touching my labia.“Ok, turn over on your back now.” He said. I almost felt like I was being a flasher as I turned over;. That feels good."Carol then realized that her daughter wasn't wearing a bra, and that she was thumbing her nipples through the thin cloth of her shirt. She looked down, not wanting to believe this was actually happening, and found herself staring into April's big beautiful eyes. Without knowing why she did it, Carol leaned over, and pressed their lips together. April's tongue immediately sought entrance into her mouth, and Carol was happy to let it in. A small voice tried to warn Carol about.