Eric got up and bent over her, making her suck clean the fingers that had been exploring her rectum, before, in one slow steady relentless movement, f...rcing his big cock all the way into her asshole. He pushed down on her with his hand between her shoulders, her arms spread, her large breasts crushed into the carpet, her slim but strong legs trembling in the effort of keeping her ass high for him. He pulled nearly all the way out, then rammed it straight back in again, his balls slapping on. Our friends seemed to be enjoying their self’s too and I moved my hand back to your thigh as I did you slowly parted your legs and your short skirt pulled up as you did I could see the men sitting across from you almost choke on their drink as they saw your legs part and they could see right up your skirt to your fresh shaven pussy I smiled at her as my hand moved up and blocked their view and I slowly rubbed your clit and I could feel the juice already on your lips as I did you were looking. For several moments, her mouth bobs up and down on my hard pole, feeling it thicken inside her mouth. My moans urged her on, to feast hungrily.She feels my hands at her shoulders, pulling her upwards to straddle my lap. Asking again if I can open my eyes, she tells me once again, no. Putting my hands on my hips, I lifted her body and settled her wet pussy just above my erect cock. With slow deliberateness, he lowered herself down to sheath my long cock with her hot pussy, moaning loudly as each. He explained, ‘It’s quiet in here mid-week. At home my dad loves watching TV and my kid sister plays loud music in her bedroom at night, so this is a little oasis of tranquillity. I do a lot of thinking here.’ I asked Anthony what he was reading, and he showed me — it was Le Morte d’Arthur, a medieval collection of stories about England’s legendary king: heavy stuff for a teenager to be into. He explained he loved classics from history, and we were soon lost in a wide-ranging discussion about.