“Ellen,” I begged, “You’ll have to slow down or I’ll be shooting too soon.” She smiled and removed her hand. “Oh, no. I don’t want y...u squirting now,” she whispered, “This is what I've waited for all these months. I want you deep inside me when you cum, filling me with your sperm.” She eased herself back onto the king-sized bed and opened her thighs in anticipation. “Come on, Hank. I need you inside me. I need you inside me now.” I scrambled on the bed, knelt between her legs, and buried. I turn to watch a peppermint green Escort cruise slowly by. Loud, low slung, with huge arches and gleaming wheels, it oozes menace … A blast of Wilko Johnston from the stereo turns the heads that didn’t turn at the first crackle of its engine. I kinda like Dr. Feelgood … It’s East London Macho: the soundtrack to Flash ‘Arry’s dreams of sun, speed and sex. Another old Ford, a gleaming yellow Mexico, swings out of a side street and streaks past with a shattering six-cylindered roar. I can’t help. But I had to try and make it look unintentional. I first went through to the utility room and took off my top and threw it in the laundry basket turning to look into the reflected image of her toilet window to see if she was there, I couldn't tell for sure, so I went to the kitchen and got a coffee and returned to the utility room placing the coffee on the tumble drier I turned a way from the window and slowly removed the rest of my clothes all the while glancing to check for movement in the. He moaned as I took him deeper and deeper. My mouth began to stroke him, sucking him more and more as I moved him in and out. I reached around him, grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper in my mouth. His hips were rocking to the rhythm of my mouths sucking. His pleasure was mounting, his hardness was filling so full, wanting to explode. He pulled me up and turned me around. I bent slightly at the hips, allowing his hardness full access to me. His throbbing manhood entered me anally. Slowly, inch.