Time to setup then.” she practically skipped out of the room.“And exactly how far are you willing to let this game go?” I shouted to her, but sh... was already gone.We ended up setting the square coffee table in aby’s bedroom. Two easy chairs, a fill up couch provided seating arrangements on three sides, while bed was to be used on the fourth. I set up some slow sensual songs on the playlist for the music player and dimmed the lights just a bit. Aby brought some small glasses for shots, and some. Another shiver. A deep intake, a release, and calm once more.Was that... ? I think it was. My body had reacted in a particular way to the sounds, and though I halfheartedly tried to tell myself that it was probably just someone who had fallen asleep on their books, the changes I felt within my pants belied that theory.I became aware of my restlessness, an urge to move, uncovered by another’s private ritual. But to get up and walk around, as if nothing had happened, seemed a violation of that. By this time my lips were either numb or used to the thickness. My cervix was feeling it every time he slammed through. Tears were in my eyes. But I was both cumming again and pounding/punching his chest with my fists. My rediculous helpless attempts at exerting force pushed him past his brink. "Take it all" he bellows as bigger, harder and thicker than ever he bored in as deep as possible and held unmoving. I felt the sensation of a cock going into spasms while deep in me. This usually. A subject that I tried to avoid as assiduously as she would try to talk about it. I lived my life and let others get on with theirs. My sister lived with a rigid set of almost Calvinistic rules and criticised volubly those who offended her rules. I, it would seem did that frequently. It was March before my journey plan took me back to the West Country. I had tried to curb my impatience as I came to realise that it was not just the welcome that I received at the hotel, nor the good customers and.