Then she was lifted off the desk and held tightly in place. John’s hands cupped her behind and her legs dangled awkwardly from his elbows as he thru...t inside her again and again.When he pushed himself in hard and grunted, she went into panic mode.‘Oh my God! He’s cumming inside me!’ she thought.By now it was far too late for her to do anything about it. Already she could feel the slimy ooze creeping down her inner thighs.John plopped her down on the desk once more and then fell to his knees. He handed me a towel and I whipped up. I licked my fingers; it was the same I had tasted before.I woke up on night Oma was laying on her back, her legs spread. Opa had his face between her legs. Oma was moaning. Opa was on all 4s, his cock was as big as I ever seen it. He had his fingers in her and moving his them in and out. She than “Fuck Me!” Opa picked her legs up and moved forward, his cock pointed at her slip. He pushed it right in and pumped it in and out. Oma said, “Fuck Yes!” In. (I never got used to the civvy way of having breakfast after getting to work).After breakfast it was my turn to drive. The only other vehicle I had ever driven, other than the driving school’s car, was my Citroen Ami 8, (the model up from a 2CV) with a powerful 602cc engine and a dash-mounted gear lever. Not surprisingly, I felt somewhat uneasy sat high up in the cab behind the large steering wheel and floor-mounted gear stick of the Bedford.I drove carefully out of the Sorting Office car park.. When the two women had inspected an antique shop earlier Diane had seen an obsidian statuette of two lovers entwined, that she had wanted. The sculpture had been priced a bit steeper than Diane was willing to pay. As they left the shop, a man had driven up to it. They saw him go inside with a box in his arms. On their way to go shopping for plants, Jasmine and Diane speculated about the man's business and concluded that he worked there. In fact, they had convinced themselves that he was.