She lifted one of Dots legs and, straddled above her, scissored her legs with Dot to bring their pussies together. Dot reached up to fondle Marshas ti...s while they enjoyed the ride. The wanton lovers rubbed and humped their wet, silken snatches together until they came together and collapsed once more into each other arms. Dot stroked her young lovers body and thought of the toys in her night table. It was still early in the day. <,i>,Where is Brooke,<,/>,she wondered. She jumped off. Being the gracious host that I am I wasted little time in undoing his trousers so that I could taste his cock. Taking long, deliberate licks along the shaft, teasing the head with my tongue and swallowing him deep… gagging on the very tip. Now it has recently come to my attention that certain few individuals, and I mean 2 or 3 out of…<,coughs>,… the ones I’ve been with, have managed to position themselves at just the right angle to make me squirt whilst being fucked. Not an easy task I can. My urgency to shoot the lava had calmed down, so I let her lay on the edge of the bed with her asshole almost at the perfect height and position for my piston to fuck her; while I took a firm position on the floor. Just slight bending over, gave me the ideal reach to her back passage and idyllic position to my dick to perform the best. I grabbed the middle of the shaft and penetrated her without much struggle or cries from her. Her body shuddered as I kept the pressure on making me slip into. I had met Sir Thomas and his then wife as frequently as one might expect for other county families. She was small, elfin and pretty in a noticeably Welsh way and a little older than me. They had stayed at Deepwell twice and we had met up at the Ludlow Assembly Rooms on occasion. Sir Thomas was tall, dark and handsome in a faintly lupine way. Now in his forties, he had the air of a man one should not cross. I knew he was also a widower, his wife having died in childbirth nearly two years back.