Tim was good size, but he never got this deep. Pete was thick as well, much thicker than Tim, so she was stretched to her limit. Sara loved it! Pete h...d been rough from starting, but it was really feeling good now! She felt another orgasm about to hit her and didn't resist. She allowed it to take her. Pete wasn't all the way in Sara, but he pounded away liking the feel of intense pleasure her pussy gave. As Sara came hard again, Pete slammed in her depths as hard as he could. Sara thrashed. Our burst of laughter was quickly taken over by lust and I could tell by the look on his face that he had forgotten I was topless. He stared at me with hungry eyes. I reached for the bottle of oil, this time squirting some on his front. I made sure to get a little on my chest as I did. ‘Whoops.’ I pretend to try and clean myself up, but purposely spread the oil around my breasts, lifting them up and letting them fall down for his enjoyment. I could feel his cock twitch beneath my hips and I. The memories of your scattered dream fade as well, but not without leaving a pensive anticipation of... something. You pull back the curtain from the window and let the late morning light flood into the room. One advantage of this new world was that you had no job, or at least no job yet. You look around the small building that had become home as of two weeks ago. It wasn't much; a small kitchenette, a cozy couch in front of the fire, a comfortable enough bed, and a cellar extending halfway. If you are a man and you find that the seat beside a woman is empty in crowded bus, you won’t sit down beside her. She, too, will just glance at you and won’t ask you to sit down beside her. And, if at all, in all your ignorance, you sit down beside her, then many things will happen. She will look at you as if you have done a great offence. Other people in the bus will crane their neck to look at you as if suddenly you have grown horns. And if the woman is one of those feminist, man-haters, she.