As much as I enjoyed making love with Mark, his size could never compare to Titan. I could feel the warmth of Titan’s body behind me, the quick, pra...ticed jabs as the tip of his swelling penis penetrated my tight, beckoning hole. I moaned from the pleasure of being stretched, impaled, and filled by him. Titan began to go deeper and faster, his seeping pre-cum making and keeping me wet and excited. Feeling a warm sensation spreading through me, I started to tremble and spasm and pushed back onto. My mind was racing in confusion. The excitement was overwhelming but I didn’t want to rush. I had never felt so controlled but this excited me even more. I wanted to penetrate her so badly but knew I had to play it her way, I knew she wouldn’t let me – yet! I reached behind her and undid the button on her blouse. I felt her push her buttocks against my hand urging me to carry on. Slowly I undid all the hooks until it reached the end of its travel. She wriggled slightly and the blouse gave way.. She knew I was there. She always knew. She was in no hurry to get dressed, probably assuming I was watching. I was never sure at the time. Anyway, she walked over to her sink mirror and started posing. She was doing those poses pin-up girls used to do where they thrust out their breasts and stood up on their toes the better to emphasize their legs. Of course, Mrs. Jessup, who was French, had beautiful legs. The kind that would make any boy of seventeen moan with pleasure. I continued whacking. I am assuming that Mark had his hands inside her dress, fondling her boobs while getting blown. Mark was just smiling sheepishly.“I will talk to you later," he said to Sandra, who was avoiding my gaze.He then put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a nod while passing me by on his way towards the door. I didn't know what to say at that moment. Sandra was visibly shook up. She avoided me for the reminder of time that the guests were there. But there weren't that many guests there to start with,.