"Oh God, yes. Yes. Harder. Faster. You feel so good. Fuck me. Don't stop. That's it. Oh, yes." It was mere moments before here hips began to buck wild...y as her orgasm coursed through her. She screamed with pleasure. As Bridget's back arched and her entire body tensed, Phil rammed his cock as far as it would go inside her, unloading himself. We lay there for a few minutes, as hard as that was for me to do, but as Phil slowly slid out of Bridget, he was still rigid, or he was rigid again. He. She should have considered this aspect of leaving New York before. It was a little late to worry about it now!"Doctor Basil Marston," said Mildred Wynton, introducing Doris at the dinner table, "and this is my son, Willis."Doris noticed the slightly defensive note in Mrs. Wynton's voice when she introduced her son, and she stared curiously at the odd-looking man-boy."How do you do--" Doris stretched out her hand diffidently."Hi'ya--" Willis mumbled; his long arm reached forward, and she stared. The change...... I can't believe it"."Do you like it?" My fem voice squeeked out, barely audible."Oh yeah. Come here."He reached up trying to pull me to the sofa, I resisted.He encouraged me to straddle him on his lap.I declined.He started rubbing his crotch."How does this make you feel?" He asked me while staring at me intently."I don't know"."You're making me hard. How do you like it?" He pulled out his cock.It was around six inches long, kind of thin. It bent upward toward hisstomach."Well. Pour l’heure, vu que Richard lèche comme un dieu, je profite de l’aubaine en lui offrant ma chatte.- T’es déjà trempée, poulette. Je peux y mettre le doigt ?- Mais bien sûr.Le vilain tricheur, ce n’est pas un doigt qu’il glisse dans mon sexe mais deux. Il s’attaque tout de suite à mon clitoris durci par le désir. Il le prend sans sa bouche, le suce. Je m’agrippe aux accoudoirs du fauteuil et serre les lèvres pour ne pas crier. Il sait y faire le bougre. J’essaie de tenir le plus longtemps.