“Do you want to come inside for a drink?” Steph asked. Peter obliged. After some time chatting Steph said she needed to quickly shower and get out...of this running gear and told Peter he could stay and watch television. Back at the massage Steph was no longer feeling herself, and was starting to drift to a sl**py state. Her dream was becoming more real, she was showering and could hear footsteps on the landing. At first she was a little worried but figured it was Peter looking for something, she. I cry through the gag. They still hurt from the last one and now she's doing this. She fits the clamps to me, they cut in with a sharp pain. I gasp. She smiles. I know it will be worse when they come off. She's taking off her skirt. Plain white panties. So normal. So ordinary. She squats across me, tracing a finger nail around my lips, spread wide by the gag. My clothes are in tatters. She says how bruised my body looks. I keep thinking of something else. Taking myself somewhere else. Not. It was such an erotic moment. I began fucking her nice, slow and deep. “Faster, Faster, Fuck me faster!!!” she groaned as she pulled up from his dick and started to jerk him, pushing her hips back against my dick.I move my thumb to the entrance of her tight asshole. Applying little pressure, I slip my thumb inside her pussy and wiggled it around. “Fuck yes!!! fuck yeah!!! oh God!! yessss!” she screamed.“You like this Bitch?? You like getting fucked in both holes?? Do you like that slut?? Do you. We take a walk when I get home, usually getting a blow job somewhere outside. I would then go down on her after supper or make love to her on the kitchen table, and then in the bedroom. Since we are just 19 our hormones are raging with the freedom we have to enjoy sex, it is great.We are so much alike that we can discuss our desires and fantasies openly to each other. Now I have already had sex with two girls ,with Margret prepping them for me. Now it is Margret’s turn to have me and David.