I cried out in both pain and pleasure. Thr pain of having such a thick cock stretching my pussy and the pleasure of his long cock hitting my gspot. He...was gentle at first, trying to let my pussy get used to his cock, but after a moment or two he started to bang away at my pussy, letting me feel every inch of him. I cried out, moaning , begging and pleading for him to fuck my pussy hard. He obeyed, but quickly put me into a doggy style position where he aimed perfectly into my pussy and fucked. The flow of hot water as lips kiss and fingers explore. Soaping intimate and non-intimate places, the glide and feel of it all. Meg revelled in it, wondering if it had been a dream, being woken in the early hours by a warm mouth. The remembrance of the sensation made her shudder. Half dried, Jonathan laid her back on the bed . . . front down! He started to explore her with his tongue, opening secret places, the tip of warmth and sensitivity playing on the rosebud of her backside. For a second. He raises his hips, drawing slowly back out of me and my body trembles withpleasure and anticipation. Suddenly, though, I'm empty. I look up athim;he's still smiling. "Beg for it."I look down at his cock, the the large organ so hard I can see it throb intime with his heartbeat; a small whimper escapes as I look back at hisface. These perfect arms, I note, strong and well defined, and I can't helpmyself. I extend my tongue and ever so gently lap at his forearm, tracingevery muscle as I look into. I preferred cash for tips and quick, small purchases. The part of me that was Harley now was more comfortable with it too, so I drew out $500, the maximum it would let me take.While I was in the bank, I saw a floor display - a typical bank display, in its way, showing a family enjoying a fourth of July picnic and stressing that financial security had allowed this idyllic scene. I wasn't worried about financial security, but the picnic scene reminded me that I didn't have an ice chest and that I.