I eventually got inside and Ulrika had undressed standing in the kitchen with the milk carton raised to her mouth and spilt milk running down her chin...and onto her bare breasts.She was clad in high cut nets and a black tiny thong, and six inch heels, a vision right out of a Swedish heyday Porn, milk dripping from her nipple and forming a puddle on the floor.I sat down on the seat I had vacated five hours ago, put my head on the cool surface and dosed off.I awoke not sure why, as the light was. Barry trusts you. I trust Barry”-she tilted her head up at me and in a voice so assured said-“I know you will protect me.”Jesus, as if I hadn’t already been rock hard, my cock swelled even further. My hips flexed spasmodically upward. Still deep inside her it lifted her onto her toes and she gasped slightly as if in pain.So many thoughts raced through my head in mere seconds… ]‘I’d known women like this. It wasn’t just the sexual stimulation of getting gangbanged. It was all about balancing. Not only that, but car salesman, wholesalers, estate agents all lie through their back teeth to get what they want. To get somewhere in life you have to use what you got. As she made her way past the echoing walls she suddenly stopped and listened. She swore she heard voices and tried to filter away the noise from inside the village hall.She backtracked the way she had walked, following her footsteps in the mud to the hall where the grass had grown wild. She slowly peered around the corner. She wanted to be taught control of the vaginal sphincter but Gwen said that would follow, first learn to sit comfortably and to breathe.At eight-thirty she and Nick knelt over the wallpaper sketch, red helmets and golden footballs, white cleated shoes on a green gridiron. They began painting.At ten-thirty, Nick said, "Let's take a fuck break."Susie laughed. But Nick meant it. He dropped his shorts and while she still crouched over the design he mounted her from behind, stuck his meat right up.