‘We’ll be done soon, Emma.’ She swallowed and closed her eyes. Never, in her life, had a man been on top of her like that. The women in videos �...� not just the ones she worked on — always seemed to enjoy it. The feeling of being trapped and being safe overlapped so thinly. ‘Okay, done.’ Emma squirmed with relief as the man lifted himself. She accepted his offer to help her up, and was gasped as his one arm lifted her with ease. ‘You’re practically weightless,’ he laughed before turning back to. " It all happened in and around Shit Master’s Clara Street flat that was right behind the old "South of the Slot Hotel" where several years prior it had first been fist-fucked in the seventies. It used to PnP in those days, lay in a sling at "the Slot Hotel" as throughout the next 8 hours, some upwards forty men paraded through its room open door from 7 pm through dawn the next mid-morning. Its bowels were radically fist-fucked non-stop during that entire time which included lots of dirty. I reached around Jim and pulled him closer to me. Our hearts were pounding as my soft breasts were rubbing his chest and I moved my hairy pussy closer over his shaved cock and balls. I let the head in my pussy a little and remembered that he didn't have a condom on, I guessed as long a he didn't cum in me it would be all right. But deep inside I wanted to know what his cum spurting on my cervix would feel like. My head was telling me that I shouldn't be doing this, but I kept thinking of Mike. We took a short cruise for our honeymoon. We had fun on the ship by day and made love every night. We stopped off at one of the islands and enjoyed the beach together. I never realized life could be so good.Before getting married we looked for a house. We found a modest three bedroom home not far from where Olivia's parents lived. When we arrived home from the cruise we began moving into it. Each night after work I would use my pickup truck and move some of my things in.I would then stop by and.