He let it out. "Sorry, Your Grace. It's ... it's just, you know. How we are. What we are taught to accept." His eyes opened, humor entering his voice...."You'd think I'd know better." We are who we are, Ola." James put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Think back, try and remember anything you may have seen or heard. If you come up with anything, let us know." Yes, Your Grace." He stood. "You should get some sleep. It's late." Agreed. I'll see you two in the morning." James picked up the diary as. The warmth, the wetness, the ultimate gift. I lower my pussy to your dick, grabbing it and gliding it into my soft wet hole. Oh fuck, words alone can not describe this feeling. I start to rock on that hard cock. Pushing forward with my whole body, it’s almost like ballet. Each movement with defined, not seeming whole without another movement. I continue to rock, slow – fast, then slow again. I lift up, not enough to pull you out just enough to pound down on you. And again, uhhh, ohh yes, fuck. It was dark now, but I could see John was under the cover waiting for me, and as I approached the bed he smiled and said, “Come on,” as he threw open the covers, inviting me to get into bed with him.I hesitated but smiled and got in bed with him. John pulled me close, and asked if I was okay. I quickly said I was okay and as I did, he started fondling my cock, eventually stroking me. It felt good but I wanted to leave and as he continued to give me a handjob under the covers, he kissed me. I. She took Sam's hard cock into her mouth, just the head of it and slowly sucked it like a baby bottle. She felt Sam's hands on the back of her head trying to shove her further down onto his dick. Finally, De Ann relaxed and felt Sam's cock striking the back of her throat as he bobbed her head up and down on his dick. Bent over sucking Sam's cock, De Ann's short skirt rode up almost over her ass revealing the thin strip of her black thong. This was too much for David."Damn, I got to have a piece.