We drink for a while and watch each other carefully. Then he says: »And? Are you ready to hold to your end of the bargain?« I frown and grunt, but I...would like another game - I can't leave as a looser! Back in the toilet I lean against the wash basin and pull my skirt up with real courage. He sinks to his knees and inspects my tight-fitting panties with big eyes. He ponders shape and size of the hidden fanny for a while, but then he peels my panties from my bulging buttock and drags them down. “Adam, don't…” “What?” I ask, on the defensive. “Don’t say anything. You don't need to,” Simon says, quietly. Still squeezing my hand. His other hand, resting on my bare, right shoulder, I realise is now also squeezing me, pulling me toward him so that my other shoulder nestles in his armpit. I decide not to say anything. I am relaxing into his more certain embrace now. I just haven't got the energy to do anything else. We sit there for what seems like hours. In reality five minutes ticks pass.. ."Greg wondered for a moment if it was safe to cum inside his wife. The baby was three months old. Could Simone get pregnant now? Surely she would say something if that was a risk. He thought of asking, but then..."Give me that dick, Greg. Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me, do it! Do it! Yessss!!!"In a flash Greg decided that the last thing he wanted was to break Simone's mood when she was feeling this sexual. He thought again that it had to be safe or she would have said so. He kept quiet, except for. It was that thickness that made India struggle to take him in. Maybe the alcohol lent a hand, but he seemed to be a bit aggressive to me, though she didn’t really seem to mind. It was less oral sex administered by the female than it was throat-fucking. Roy gripped her small head with his massive hands. Her blond hair was pinned back and up, and he tugged on the bun as he slid in and out of her. I glanced around the room. It was certainly an entertaining show. Each time he thrust in, she made a.