Raising my hips up to him, I wanted so badly to feel him filling me up, I pulled at him, begging him to fuck me and fuck me now. I wanted him. I neede... him. He pushed back to meet me, lining himself up with my dripping wet pussy. Slowly pushing forward he started to fill me. It was a tight squeeze. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to fit all of him in me. Slowly he just kept pushing forward, until he was seated all the way inside. I was filled up tight, my body trying to adjust and make. By this time Betty was giggling like a schoolgirl and pawing at my trousers. I rose up onto my knees and pulled Betty's dress down and off, her bra coming with it to expose her large rounds old breasts, her huge nipples erect and poking out like coat pegs. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs displaying ample quantities of grey and black pubes poking out of either leg of her shiny purple panties. As i looked down she put her right hand onto the mound in her crotch and started pressing. The look on his face told me he agreed. I stroked his short blonde hair. The gesture broke his trance. Still kneeling, he tugged off my platform shoes and then pressed his head against my quivering stomach."Damn, but I've missed you."The emotion in the voice of this man I loved so much had me fighting back tears. I tried to pull his head even tighter against me. "And I've missed you. Oh God, how I've missed you."The next thing I knew, Matt stood with one very startled Becky Miller cradled in. Sometimes she would touch herself between her legs as she was falling asleep, discreetly because she shared a room with the other female slaves. It felt warm and good to press down on the top of her crotch but she would stop after a few seconds. She wished she could touch herself now, or that Melissa would. She felt eager and brought her pelvis closer to Melissa wishing for a touch. She rocked her hips gently, instinctively. Melissa brought her face down to Lystra’s chest and it made her gasped.