.. A big cock in her ass, which was probably somewhat painful for her, but I couldn't care anymore.. I was pumping her ass like a tight pussy. Finally...Anny reached her orgasm... I could feel her insides rippling... "OOOOOHHHhhhhhhh... Fuck... I'm coming !!!! Yesss..... fill me up.....I love it... OOOhhww......" Within a few more strokes I pumped her bowls full with my cum. I let out a huge.. "AAaahhhhhhhhhh.........", Anny smothered me by kissing me deeply... We nearly collapsed... We stayed. Finally, after a year or two of struggling to keep in contact, we decided to hang out again. I picked her up and we drove around the city, reminiscing about times we had and catching up on failed love attempts. It was obvious that we wanted to act on the extreme amounts of sexual tension that still existed. I ended up parking my car in a dark area and we both went to my back seat. For all the growing I had done, I was still stupidly shy at times, and we both struggled to make much happen. We. He had almost had enough of her. He shut the door and was about to lock it, until he heard a knock. Cracking the door he saw Candy standing nude in the hall. “Michael, hurry up!” the hoarse whisper came through the door as Michael frantically opened the door and pulled her in by one arm. He heard the joint pop as he roughly stopped her against him and shut the door as quietly as possible, locking it. “Candy, what are you doing? You were asleep a minute ago, and you know that they don’t know. He looked imperturbable and slightly amused, like a cat with canary feathers caught in its mouth. That was his way, constantly cool and a little condescending.Roger was sometimes piqued by Oliss; that supercilious air rasped his nerves after a while, and the ever-present preening of the fashion-plate image made Roger wonder if Oliss wasn't a near egomaniac. If anything personified Martin Oliss in Roger's mind, it was the way the man was always smoothing his thin mustache as if it was a waxed.