. I was worried about her pregnancy and whether I would harm the baby, but then I had an idea. I grabbed a spare pillow and eased it under her buttock... and gently eased her legs apart and carefully pressed the tip of my cock against her wet entrance. With a little bit of adjustment I was able to push steadily into her.Immediately I could feel the warmth of her vagina walls and the strength of her muscles as they vibrated against my cock. I pushed gently as she started to take me in slowly until. She was peeking down at my cock. I couldn’t think of what to say, but she was already undoing my belt. “I will suck it for you. I will suck you dry and smile up at you, and it will cost you nothing but a favor.” My belt was undone my cock was out and she was stroking it gently, nudging it to maximum rigidity. She reached a hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone, holding in front of her face. “Take some pictures. I want you to photograph me sucking your cock and send them to my husband.” I. Such a far cry from the man she had met two years prior in the family home that day, respectful, polite, gently humorous - inquiring about her imminent departure for university. The same man she had bumped into on the high street on her summer recess some two weeks before, who had so casually suggested they go for coffee, then drawn her out over the lattes on her chosen field of study.Now he was up close, stroking her hair, gently but with a disconcertingly propriatorial air. He moved his. We did not have to say anything more. We walked together in silence through the kitchen door in the house and we moved into the living room. That was the second time they were in my house. I sat in my favorite sofa and spread my legs; there was a wet spot on the fabric of my bikini bottom. I could feel the tension of my nipples and see dear Bobby’s wonderful erection through his short pants. Spanky expected very still beside him with the pink tip of his cock poking out of the sleeve. — Before.