The thought of a teenage guy with a 10" cock fucking me down as hard as he could was too much to bear. I shouted, "OMG OMG OMG.. I'm soooooo fucking c...mming right now!"Jerry managed to safely pull his cock out of me and leaned over and quickly grabbed the towel. As best and as fast as he could manage, he wiped off his dick, lightly coated it with some more baby oil and more or less sat on my chest. He pumped away on his fat stiff cock, right in my face. His low slung ball sack kept slapping me. I ran my hand across her breasts and found that she was not wearing a bra. Her small, soft tits felt nice under her shirt, and she smiled as I briefly felt them as we passed. She continued down to rejoin the party, however, as I went up to the bathroom.Later in the night, people started to separate onto groups, drift toward home and such. I had gone upstairs to the bathroom again and I heard a conversation going on in the next stairway, the one that went up to the top floor. I stuck my head. I noticed something was amiss because she stopped thrashing around on the bed and I realized she had passed out from her orgasm. I was not about to go away without fucking her, like I use to dream about when I was a freshmen. But at the same time, I had to get back to work and cash out for the night, I turned off the vibrator, then pulled her thigh high stockings off and used them to tie her to the bed. I looked thru her overnight bag and found a pair of black laced panties to match her garter. At the cottage the police were keeping a very low profile, the cottage was in darkness and although its inhabitants seemed to be still there, the Inspector leading the raid could not be totally sure that Mark had not slipped out under the cover of darkness. Slowly just before 4.40am he gave the signal to advance on the cottage, which infact a square 1930’s dormer bungalow which had all rooms leading of a central living space. The were two entrances to the building, the main at the rear which.