She stroked him faster, gripping his cock like a vice and he fingered her harder and deeper with long even strokes. He pushed a third finger into her ...oaked pussy, the digit slipping in easily and filling his thoughts with images of fisting her pussy. His palm rubbed her clit, cradling her mound like a fragile egg he needed to protect. Deeper and harder and they moved like lovers, still kissing. Never stopping. He felt his cum rise from his balls filling the length of his cock as he felt her. She had nearly refused his invitation at first, feeling it only fair to talk this over with Phillip first. But her aunt's phone had been out of order for almost a week now, and still no sign of a repairman from that marvelously efficient New York telephone company. She couldn't call him for an okay. And after all, didn't Mr. Dodge take special care to emphasize that Mrs. Dodge would be at the party too? What could be wrong with accepting his kind invitation? Surely, the contacts she could make. “Okay if you don,t mind!” I agreed, “But we better go somewhere else to be safe?” “Why not the First Aid Room. The next patrol,s not for an hour and no one can bother us there?” “Okay!” So I pulled my trousers back,up and we made our way to the aforementioned room. I was a bit shy and only lowered my boxers and uniform trousers to my knees, but Mick removed his exposing his slightly larger uncut prick between his muscular thighs, drips of precum oozing out the tip which I wiped away as I began. He did know that short of absolute **** this chick wasn't leaving his apartment unfucked. "It's not that big", "It is, I can't close my hand around it, and it is longer than three times the width of my hand" she says as she stacks her hands on top of one another from the base of the shaft and not reaching the head of his cock with the third hand."There is a simple rule of thumb to relieve your fears, if you can get your mouth around it, it will fit nicely into your pussy". That line of bullshit.