Erin tracked me with her eyes. Her face was impassive. It was a minute before my temper cooled. "What do you need to make this work?" I asked. "I ca...'t just simulate the simulation of simulated sex." "Don't start with that shit again," I warned her. "I need to authentically feel it so I can authentically embody it," Erin explained. "So what you're saying is that in order for you to act like you're getting fucked, you need to get fucked? Am I getting you right?" "I guess you could put it. Mortimer: Yes, I agree. It is utterly baffling and extraordinary that we can’t recall having met. I think, however, if we keep trying we will recall where we have met.(Mortimer and Myrtle look at each other, trying hard to remember, looking puzzled)Myrtle: Would you like some tea?Mortimer: (Considering her offer, nodding)Yes, I believe I would. I could go for a cup of tea.Myrtle: What kind would you like?Mortimer: English Breakfast, please. That’s my favorite.Myrtle: (Clasping hands, acting. As she pushed herself against me, I used my other hand to remove my sweat pants. I placed the head of my dick against her opening. She pushed back against me. She paused as I hit against her hymen. I pulled out. She pushed against me again and I pushed hard into her at the same time. I could feel her tear as I pushed, and she let out a small cry, but I continued pressing forward until I was hilt deep. I remained deep inside her, moving only slightly as she became accustomed to the intrusion.. .oh..." She moaned," That feels so good, I think I'm gonna cum!!!!"With that she came again causing her pussy to contract violently, and as soon as she was done I pulled out of her now dripping well fucked twat."That was amazing, by far the best sex of my life" she said to me obviously grateful for the well deserved fucking she received."Well its not done yet, I didn't even get to cum in that sweet little cunt of yours." What'd you have in mind?" I told her to turn her back to me and bend over..