She stumbles in her heels, catches herself on the roof of the car, but I’ve got her where I want her. Rain falling, hard. I pull her into position. ...ingers move to twat. Damp, moist, warm. “Cunts don’t lie. You’re up for this, aren’t you, you fucking slag?” “Don’t flatter yourself.” “Your cunt’s fucking dripping.” “Just get it over with!” Cold, hard rain. Warm, wet cunt engulfing my prick. Big, hard thrusts. Hands go to her tits, squeeze, fingers find nipples, big swollen nipples, twist. She. Click,...suddenly he came with such force as he could ever remember, two more strokes then there was silence that terrible pump had been switched off, the suction gone, the cup hanging heavy by its rubber neck ring he began to wilt. The cups clattered to the floor, Molly lifting the things to their respective hooks. “Now my lad” she admonished “ firstly the nipples that was to teach you to respect how much pain you inflict, a master must read the signs, I watched you this afternoon you. I was always looking after the two of them, just as much as they had my back. I think this was the first time I’d noticed how kind puberty had been to them. Anne with her glowing auburn hair and creamy skin, and Kym with her dark locks and olive skin. Both of them had amazing bodies, we cycled everywhere together so we could save our money for petrol and drinks so we could get away on the weekends. So, I guess, we were all as fit as could be. I stood over the girls, looking down at their. ”I gasped a little as finally a hand came down to my right tit. It gently squeezed then a finger and thumb took my rock hard and throbbing nipple and rolled and squeezed and pulled, causing me to moan.“You’re liking this aren’t you slut?” He said, rather than asked.I moaned again as he pulled some more.Then I felt a hand on my pussy.“At last.” I thought, and moaned again.The hand on my tit started getting bolder and rougher while the hand on my pussy started exploring.“Gawd she’s wet.” I heard.