Lynn was incredibly aroused again. She still had her shoulders down on the bed, but she was pushing back and up to give me access to her deepest reces...es. Her hips were undulating again and I could hear her moaning in the sheets. I imagined that she was clenching the sheets in her fists, but my vision was (wonderfully) occluded.I rose up and lined my pulsating cock up with Lynn's trembling cunt and then I pounded into her in one hard, gloriously long thrust. She let out a scream but it was. Mr. Keele had brought the uniform down to the kitchen while Jean was preparing the beautiful Superintendent's breakfast, ordering Ken, who sat at the table having his coffee, to get into it, that his wife intended to use him in that, as well as other capacities.It was the way he had said it, in an almost lewd tone of voice, that had upset Jean, but she hadn't let on to Ken who was angry enough in his own right at what he insisted was the "undressing" way the Director of Correction had looked at. "Use plenty of lubricant. Don't force too hard. Insert it a bit at atime like I did yesterday. Just relax your body and let it enter you.Accept it. You'll probably find it easiest to squat and then sit on theplug to push it in." I did struggle a bit doing this on my own, but asI knew from the day before what sensations I would feel, the plug wentin fairly easily eventually.We spent a few hours walking around the shopping area. Arm in arm. Thebride-to-be clinging on to my intended. Under my. Once more, I glanced around to see what other folkswere doing, to find that in some corners, the erotictension had gotten to be too much. There was a lot offucking and sucking going on. Some of the women wereacting as “fluffers” for the men, getting them readyfor their next big burst on my wife’s body. Some ofthe men were simply easing the women’s horniness,lapping at damp, twitching pussies until their ownersscreamed in delight. In a couple of spots, there wereeven some.