She moaned and twitched when I hit the right spot and made it easy for me to get her worked up and orgasm a couple of times, then she said please make...love to me. Cheryl spread her legs; I moved over her and entered her slick warm spot. I started with slow deliberate thrusts pulling all the way out so I could enjoy the slight popping felling of slipping into her tight hole. Cheryl seemed to really like me doing that too! When I could feel myself building to an orgasm along with Cheryl, I began. She was wiggling her hips to avoid me moving and I felt my cock was now rigid so I decided to start with gentle thrusts to try and get her off balance but the more I pushed up she cam back down again even stronger, I decided to try a different method and tried to manoeuvre myself but she forced me back and somehow my cock slipped inside her, she tried hard to stop it as I could feel her muscles tightening trying to prevent it going in, such was the pressure of her weight pushing down it was. The door swung inward. He pushed us through. “Take down your damn pants.”Tears made their way down my face as I unclasp my pants and pushed them down. “At least close the door.”“Fuck no. If the old fart decides to watch, maybe he’ll give me a discount for using this toilet.” He let go of my coat and tugged my panties over my ass.I looked over the filthy room while he fumbled with his trousers. The sink was red with rust, the toilet brown from having never been brushed. Spiders watched with all. "Go sit on the couch, I'll be right there," she said. Within five minutes, it was Super Bowl Sunday night all over again except that it was easier to start removing clothing. Just as I started, she put a finger up to my lips."Hold that thought baby," she purred. I was the most turned on I had ever been, but found another level when she returned in an oversized sweater ... and nothing else!"Wow!" I exclaimed before grabbing her and kissing her. My hands wandered, from her broad and strong.