His thrusts were so hard, that he was pushing me up the bed, so he grabbed my waist and pulled me back to him. As he pulled me to him, he was pushing ...imself into me, and when he did that, he hit my g-spot again and I cried out for more. "Yes Ma'am," was all I heard. He held my waist, pulling me into him every time he thrust his pelvis toward me. I was begging him to fuck me harder, to fuck me faster. As I felt the the pleasure rush though my body, I felt the juices build up inside my pussy. I. I’d discovered my dad’s secret stash of porn soon after I’d started masturbating but my dad didn’t know. I’d left them on my bed when I went to the bathroom in my pyjamas and came back to my bedroom. My erection was already up rock hard in anticipation of a good hard masturbation session. I opened the door and there sitting on my bed, browsing through my magazines was Louise. She was in a long nightdress but sitting with her legs folded up so I could see all of her bare legs up to her bottom. I. It was just gone eleven when the mail coach drew up outside The Lamb and Flag in the Haymarket at Bristol. It then took ten minutes for a hackney to convey us to the dock, where we found no sign of Western Star. The Harbour Master confirmed that the vessel had caught the final ebb of the tide."They nearly didn't make it; a six in hand came galloping in, and I've never seen dunnage moved from shore to ship so quickly, and there was a lot of it. The captain was swearing like a trooper to get his. I was trapped like the beast of burden I was. She let out a gasp as I entered her. Easing my way along slowly, tentatively. More out of hesitation because she was certainly well lubed and running very warm down there. She was very in tune with her body, her muscle control was incredible. She kept pulsing her muscles around my firm erection. I felt I was being milked. I focused and concentrated and worked frantically at the multiplication tables in my head. I was trying every trick to hold off.