When he started to talk she began to realize where he was heading.She noticed how carefully he chose his words; rather like a marine picking his way t...rough a minefield."Anthea ... I..." He tried to lessen the pain he knew he would inflict — tried, and failed, and then making a visible effort he told her the truth."Anthea, I know this is going to be hard for you, but you have to know; I love someone else."He watched as her face first went blank and then registered shock and disbelief.He hated. My turgid member pulling back until the almost painfully tight ring of muscle clamped just behind the flair of my helmet, then slamming forward until my ginger pubes tickled the taught ring of flesh stretched around the base of my cock.“Ohmygosh, ohmygosh...” she repeated over and over as I pounded into her ass. I twisted her head again to look at her face and I could see wetness on her cheeks as she wept quietly and impossibly I felt my cock grow harder. Her beautiful face, usually adorned. Her cunt throbbed and fluids engorged her membranes as she lowered herself to the floor, Amber following right behind. Soon she was bucking her hips up into the air as Karen fucked both her and Amber with the odd dildo, Amber getting up and straddling Bree’s supine form. The appearance of a couple of boys on either side of the group, rubbing their hard bulges as they watched the girls ‘play, only fired her up more, causing her to really buck up to meet the dildo.Samantha gasped as her hands. She fell forward and moaned loudly. "Fucking hell, that was good", she turned onto her back and I could see her beet red chest heaving in the light from the table lamp."Pour me a drink" she ordered and I duly obeyed. I opened the vodka bottle and poured some it straight into the melted water from the ice cubes. "Who's a dirty boy then?", she smiled. "You really worked my ass", "would you like to put your cock in there?". I sipped my drink and before I had chance to answer, she had spun round.