In these summer days, however, when the only men left in the village were the very young and the old and feeble, Astrid came to know the other women m...re closely and intimately than was possible when the menfolk strode the village paths. The women formed a community of support and comfort: often visiting one another in each others' homes and exchanging gifts and gossip while the sun refused to descend beneath the horizon.It was in these months that Astrid saw more of Gudrun. Before, she had. Whatever happened then between all three of us, would mean there was no going back. If I didn't join them, then Kris would likewise accept my decision, and that meant there would never again be any possibility of ever doing anything with her again either.I sat on the bed looking at the clock on my dresser. It was 6:55; I'd heard the girls arrive well over ten minutes ago. They're normal laughter, joking about, and the familiar sounds I had always heard when they'd come over before were the same. The sound of his voice push me over the edge. I now wanted all of him in me. The pain turned to pleasure as I suddenly jerked my ass back, allowing his whole cock to enter into me. His shaft became harder inside me almost instantly. His hands tightened around my waist slamming me hard into his pelvis, over and over again. His breath quickened making my body tingle with pleasure and my pussy dripping with lust. "Let me get on top," I moaned. My pussy was aching for a release.He pumped himself. There was for the first time the very real prospect of actually seeing a girl pose for the very first time, making his fondest dream cum true, since Miss Melanie had clearly stated that there would not be a problem, whatever happened. But he couldn’t be sure he would have the nerve to go through with it, as he’d always bottled it on every previous occasion. He was comfortable wearing his rainmac, which he did all weathers, for buying mags in shops or going to studios to ask for spare pics – as.