I had left the bedroom door open a crack to allow Jenny to enter without making a sound.It seemed like several hours had passed as I lay, naked on my ...ack, and thought about what might happen.I was soon holding myself in my hand and I began my all too familiar ritual of jacking myself off and thinking about pussy. Pussy that I craved but had never yet actually experienced.In the semi-darkness, I could hear the door to Amber's room, down the hall, open and then the soft sounds of bare feet in. After some time, I made her rest on the bed. Had her petticoat removed as she was lying there, all naked with those huge thighs and buttocks waiting for me to enter. I came over her, separated her legs as the pussy was quite visible and waiting for to be entered now. She pressed me hard against her as I placed my dick over her pussy gate. I started to give jerks and slowly and gently it was entering inside her pussy. I loved those pleasurable sounds of hers as she was moaning in that beautiful. I went to the kitchen, got myself a Sprite, and wandered back into the living room. “Hey,” said Zandra, smiling at me. “How was your day?”“Just fine,” I said. “How was yours?”“Oh, it was good, you know?” she answered. Zandra and her family spoke English well, but they overpronounced and mispronounced some words and they all had the same accent. I found out later they’d moved to London when Zandra was 14, so only 12 years previously, and she’d not known much English when they arrived.We fell. I slipped a hand underneath to stroke its chest and belly and slowly my hand moved closer and closer to the sheath. My fingers grazed the side of the sheath and the donkey moved slightly but seemed to accept the contact without kicking or signs of resistance.I looked at Anton and he only shrugged with an assuring nod. He might have seen me that first morning; we never talked about it.The donkey’s cock was coming out of the sheath with my light touches. It was only several inches but its.