Jane idly watched him but her mind was elsewhere. It was a Friday night and she wanted to go out somewhere. She knew Gary’s preference was to read T...e Wall Street Journal, and, ‘finish the week’s business’ as he called it. Jane found this incredibly boring. She too read the Wall Street Journal however she did this first thing in the morning at work. She always felt that by doing so she was as up to date on the current world markets and business affairs as she could be within reason. She also. .. sorry to ask, but could you rinse the paint from my back? I can't reach." Mike graciously agreed and, taking a small face cloth from the pile by the sink, he ran his hand over Victoria's shoulders, down her spine, over the tattoo on her lower back and he stopped just above her naked buttocks. "Do you mind me going lower?" Mike asked. "If you wouldn't mind. I'm sorry but I can't tell if there's any paint left behind me." Victoria's face flushed as she felt Mike move the wash cloth over her. I know he was small, but so was I and it really hurt bad. I could not scream to tell him to stop, but he did stop, (only to put spit on his dick) and then he started pushing in again. Boy, did it hurts, I could not stop him, and once it was inside he started to go back and fourth. Well the pain slowly went away, and then came the good feelings. I mean it really felt good. I started pushing back at Bill, and pushing hard. We did it like that for a few minutes, and Bill started to pulsate in my. She kissed the nape of his neck and slowly moved to his earlobes. Savouring every moment, every action, every scent, everything she had thought about doing in all those months before this. All of her pent up energy and desire was focused entirely on Mathew.Janice licked her tongue over the length of his neck and Mathew let his head fall backwards. The sound of her panting in his ear overtook all other senses bar touch. Her fingers slowly clawed at his chest, his waist, his stomach, and when her.