He’d never had a proper girlfriend, all he knew came from dodgy porn mags or from his friends’ stories of implausible all-night sessions of fantas...ic sex which left their (now strangely elusive) girlfriends begging for more. She was wordly-wise and experienced and would find his ignorance pathetic. Worst of all, she might find out that he’d never actually done the deed. He had to make a decision quickly — honesty or bluff? He sat at her kitchen table as she got them a drink. Actually, she. Still locked in the embrace, Anne answered. ‘I want this because I want to please you. I want our lives to be connected tighter than any other lives in the world. Do not worry, my love, I will never go too far, I will never scar you, I will never send you off with visible bruises. This will be a play area.’ ‘Can we … can we … try something out, Anne?’ Wanda asked timidly. ‘Anything you desire, dear,’ Anne said. ‘Tonight we are still lovers and friends. We will not be Mistress-slave unless you. Ray shouted action and Lucy joined me on the bed sticking her tongue in my mouth as we kissed and her hand rubbing my cock as I fondled her massive tits. Breaking off Lucy told me to get on my hands and knees and then went behind me.. Pulling my panties aside to expose my ass I felt the cold of a lubricant as she spread it over my bumhole sliding a finger in as she did so. I could feel the coldness of the strap on as Lucy positioned her self behind me and then gently pushed forward so the head. She let her top fall off. She was wearing nothing but sunglasses and bikini bottoms. “Play with your nipples. Oh yeah, that’s it. Does it feel good?” She talked slowly in that wonderful drawl, “My nipples are hard. I like squeezing them when they are hard. Sometimes I pinch them until it hurts. It sends a shiver between my legs.” “Rub your pussy. I have my cock in my hand and it’s burning for your pussy.” She started slowly, rubbing her crotch through her swimsuit. It didn’t take long and she.