Instead of going flaccid, it reared itself higher towardher. She began to then rock in and out of him with her cock.She knew he was where she wanted h...m to be. She knew he neededher. She held on to him and rocked gently inside his stretcheddepths. As she rocked in him, she pulled at his now fullyengulfed cock, and allowed a rhythm to develop betweenboth actions. As she felt his climax begin to rise to herhandywork, she stopped masturbating, him. She droppedthe cane and grabbed a handful of his. More than anything, I wanted him to take my virgin hole and pound me like I had pounded so many one night stands. I wanted it to hurt, wanted it to hurt so good. Here I was, naked, in the gym locker room, my face covered in salty manspunk, licking his asshole, totally submissive to this hard hunk of a stud, ashamed, and yet unable to control the slutty bottom whore that his big cock had unleashed.Usually after I shoot a load, I'm ready for a nap. But the sexual energy that pulsed through this. I stripped all my clothing save for my bra and panties and took a lookat the selections that Megan had picked out for me. It had a couple ofwhites, some colors...god it really looked girly that's for sure. Thefirst outfit I chose to put on was a plain white lace cami and a pair ofjean shorts. I took a look in the full body mirror and could just makeout my baby bump through the cami. The jeans were kind of cutting intomy waist but I will say I looked like a prim and proper teeny bopper.The next. I kissed her cleavage. She took my head into her hands and kissed my lips. We started to cuddle. I felt the roundness of her breasts covered by the firm fabric. We were kissing for a while, and then she stood up and lay on the bed. I pulled her panties off and undressed. We started making love. The missionary position was rather strange, because Molly's boobs were sticking up so much I had problems to stay in her and kiss her at the same time. I turned her on her stomach and entered her from.