Basque, stockings and heels. He would allow me to wear panties too providing they were skimpy. My senses were heightened getting ready and I was runni...g on full adrenalin. Full of trepidation and anticipation; I don’t think I had ever experienced a buzz quite like it. Looking back, I’m sure I didn’t have to wait long for him to arrive, but at the time it felt like an age. He came around the back and I opened the gate, shaking. Nothing was said and I led him into the kitchen. As soon as I knew. I realise you’ve been watching me, looking at her. Seeing my eyes give me away, like yours do. Is that what the kick was for? Do I not get to touch? You lean in and quietly tell me to go to the bathroom. I get up smoothly but without hesitation and find my way to the bathroom, feeling eyes on me as my heels click across the hard floor. When I return, our friend has swapped seats and is now sitting opposite you. I do not look at either of you but I notice her body language harden as I approach.. "OWWW!!!!!!" she cried. "Please stop!!!" I ignored her and stuck my massive cock in her pussy doggy style. My head was the only thing past her pussy lips and she was already yelling. "OWWW!!!! FUCK! STOP!!" She was in pain from being stretched by the doorknob/skateboard-wheel sized girth of my cock. I grabbed her hair and pulled it hard with one hand and I grabbed her shoulder with the other and thrust the rest of my cock in with all my might. She screamed.. But watching me. I was definitely busted. Embarrassed, shy, and somewhat very turned on, I pretended that I had not seen him. A couple of hours later, the families were heading home and we said goodbyes. My new friend seems to linger and told me that her c***d had gone for a sleepover with another friend. It was just her, me and my husband eventually and I was very confused as to what I should do. My husband caught me alone in the way to the loo and brought the whole thing out in the open. He.