It was horrible, the taste, the feel of him in my mouth after my bottom. The whole episode was horrid, as you can imagine, and I couldn’t even think...about sex there until Lena started to use the dildo we bought. Slowly, as she made love to me gently and caringly, I came to enjoy it. Enjoy it, I suppose, as I should have done with Steve, but he never worried about whether I enjoyed it did he. So this evening was important for that reason. It would let me put Steve finally behind me. The other. I would certainly have more than enough inspiration after today.She stood up, her cum dripping down her thighs, grabbed me by the shirt and pushed me onto the bed, then straddled my waist. Immediately, she grabbed my rock hard cock, pointed it at your fantastic love hole, and dropped straight onto it, balls deep. A small moan, and a shudder was all that she showed for it. She leaned down, and started to kiss me softly, not moving her hips yet. I kissed her back, kissed her neck, played with her. She said the police had made her follow them to the station on the bike. To drive it, she just did what she'd seen Bob do countless times on their previous rides and on this trip.At the station she was afraid to just change her story when the police questioned her, so she told them a slightly altered version of the true situation. She described getting the call, and asking Bob for help, and how they got there. Then, when she described the "attack" she wavered and said Bob probably. “…The ’Massage’ program is also cyclical ladies. …But! And I emphasise, ’But’, should be very judiciously applied if you are attempting to delay, extend or deny male orgasm…” Above Chloe-Celine’s upturned face a viscous strand of pale milt extended from the swollen crown in a contiguous line. Swaying pendulum like with every rhythmic pulse of the phallus to which it was precariously tethered.She stood motionless beneath, bathing in his a****l heat. It radiated in waves upon her already flushed.