I paced myself, only sliding in a few inches at a time: at times going deeper others, more shallow, changing the beat and frequency of my thrusts, ba...ing them on your sensual moans and the sensual rhythms of your body, learning the recipe of your delicious orgasms as I go. My hands slide up to grasp your waist, giving me the leverage necessary to fully control my bucking movements. Our skin played out a beat for us, my balls slapping against your clit, your ass against my hips, my hand on. I’m not sure what else I can say.A long pause follows. The guard looks at us both.“Okay, you two,” she says, “Get your things together and come with me.”I pick up my panties and start to put them on.“Don’t bother about that,” says the guard. “You can both come as you are.”She opens the curtains and ushers us out. Both of us are clutching our clothes and bags. At least Sarah has her panties on under her blazer.“Over there,” she says, indicating the way to the security office, holding each of us. "Whoa, there," I thought, "don't go jumping to conclusions."Before I could properly decide, Robyn said to me, "I hope you don't mind the gloom. Frank, the owner, just phoned down to say that I could close up shop a little early tonight. He's asked me to lock the bar up as he doesn't expect anyone else in."As I sat down, I looked at my watch in the firelight and found that it was past eleven pm. Robyn got up and squeezed past, a little unsteadily, between my knees and the table. Automatically I. ”“Ee Tommy, Best get moving,” Fred says urgently.“Thought thee wanted a go?” Dolly whined.“Some other time,” Fred says.“Its be fucking cause I failed me exam ‘ent it,” Dolly exclaimed.“Summat like that,” Fred says as he sounds whistle. Even that knocked steam pressure back ten pounds.“Thee should try Allerton Corsby,” Stationmaster says, “Thee only has to get seven out of ten off of the Parish Council for their permit like.”“Yeah,” Says Fred, “They only got old Martha at post office and Milly.