Even Colleen was tighter but I didn't mind.We had sex maybe four times and every time it was the same missionary position. At about 11 o'clock she tol... me that we must get dressed as her parents would be leaving the pub soon and it was only around the corner. Although she never phoned me again I wasn't too upset. It was a nice convenient fuck but nothing to write home about. All it really taught me was that you had to keep your eyes open for any opportunity. The next girl was one I met in. It was the first time that Sally had consumed anything stronger than beer. The music was soft, romantic.There were a lot of emotions at play for Sally that night. Two weeks before something had happened that had stirred her sexual interest to a fever pitch. She had gone to the movie theater; only to find that the movie she and her friend Mary Jo Farnham had come to see was sold out.Upon returning early to her home, she heard a strange squeaking, and knocking sound from upstairs. Peeking into. Finally I felt his balls hit my ass and pussy lips. He began to thrust and I began to thrust back and we were in heaven. His cock felt so good inside me, the sound from the water on his balls smacking my ass and the moans and groans coming from both of us was incredible. Thank god my husband built a sturdy shower because we were rocking that wall back and forth. At one point my son came out to see if I was okay. I told him I was fine. He asked why I was moaning and I told him I was eating. She went instead to the downstairs bathroom and closed the door. She turned on the light and then inspected herself in the mirror as she stripped for a shower.Her breasts still showed bruising from being tied. She was no longer surprised about the various marks and bruises left on her alabaster skin after a rope session. Brett tried to be as gentle as possible, but she always asked to be tied tighter. She had been astonished at the appearance of her breasts the first time Brett had tied them.