"Darling... darling... I thought you'd never get here," she hissed into his mouth, her tiny tongue darting out to paint his lips and search into his m...uth covetously.All the way he hadn't been able to take his mind from Madeleine or Uncle Gaston, his guilt over what he was about to do damned near unnerving him. Twice, he had almost turned back... now, he was glad that he hadn't. He enfolded her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, feeling his prick immediately beginning to harden.Ginny. Betsy felt herself imposed upon. She felt shamed. She was deeply shocked at the flashing pain so far worse than she had dreamed.... Each stroke brought a break in position, a declaration of Independence, a refusal to continue, remonstrance. Comments from the crowd were constant. Few flattering. But, one by one, each under protest, Betsy paid her eight strokes. Immediately they were done she dragged on the garments she had been forced to relinquish, and with stoney face, looking neither to right. Ahhh….am cuming vicky….ahh….yeah..u fucker…u fuck well…u r a good fuck..fuck me…harder…fuck..yeah…ah ohh..faster..yeah am cuming…As vicky increased his tempo…he was shouting to mum…oh…u bitch…what a good fuck u are….oh yeah…am loving it…ah lovely women…yeah…yeah..am cuming….ohhh bitch…ah…And than both of them collapse on the bed…as they collapse on the bed…mum’s head turned towards me…she saw me…and at first trembled a bit…but she came back to her senses and better sense prevailed her as she. I was already awake."Your tea, sir," she said placing the cup on the bedside table.I opened one eye. I saw that Mary was naked except for a maid's cap, sheer black stockings and an apron which did not cover her choot. Her tits rolled around as she walked and her freshly shaven choot looked very inviting."Thank you, my dear," I said pulling her into my bed. She thrust hand inside the waistband of my pajamas grabbing my cock while we kissed."Oooo, aapka lund bahut barda hai (Oooo, your cock is.