How wrong I was. He sat up, stated that “he wasn’t finished with me yet” (oh my…) and spun my round onto my hands and knees. … But ladies a...d gentlemen this was not to be any normal doggy style sex… oh no… it was soon clear what he wanted when he spat onto his finger and began to tease my arse. Easing first one then two of his fingers (…. Hands like shovels remember…) inside. I held my breath, as my arse began to stretch a little as he slid them further in, spitting on his fingers and my arse. Intense, passionate she was already close to cumming and her shrieks and moans only served to make Jonathan eat her pussy harder and faster. ‘Ohh my, I really needed this. Eat my pussy, take my juices’ Sally’s eyes were closed and her mouth wide open as each flick of Jonathan tongue sent shivers up her spine and just that little bit closer to the mother of all orgasms. She ground her pussy harder and harder onto Jonathan tongue. She could feel the sweet mix of pussy juice. My right hand fell to my chest. “I don’t think I could live waiting that long for another present like that.”She giggled musically again, swinging a little harder.“Wait, I don’t have to wait that long again do I?” I stopped in my swing, leveling a serious gaze at her.She covered her mouth and laughed out loud, a practice she’d picked up when had her braces and wanted to hide that mouth full of metal. I found it all the more endearing that she still did it.She stopped her swing and dropped her. He reached up on the table beside us and showed me an unopened box of condoms.“Uhm ... Ribbed for your pleasure,” he smirked.“No thanks,” I said. “I’ve had quite enough pleasure for a while.”“So what are we gonna name him?” he asked.“The chances of me being pregnant are pretty slim, Honey,” I said. “But someday, when we’re ready, you and I are gonna make a lot of babies.”I saw those gray eyes again and I could tell that he was happy thinking about it. “I promise,” I told him. He just nodded..