Suzy sometimes stayed at my flat at weekends, always arriving dressed in her ‘normal’ clothes, just like any pretty girl you would see out and abo...t. Any curtain-twitchers would have nothing much to gossip about other than that a gorgeous young woman had arrived at the door of number 122A. One Sunday morning though, while Suzy was taking a shower, Tom, an old school-friend who now lived at the opposite end of the country called in by chance with his fiancé Jo, as they were visiting the area. As. I don't know if he saw us but it would have been hard not to. I kept going playing with her still engorged clit getting her closer & closer to orgasm as she hits the start of her orgasm he starts to return from the toilets again on our left & she starts to moan very softly which is a difficult thing for her as she is a screamer normally, i start to tell her shh quietly love quietly as the window is still down & she is in the throws of a full blown clitoral orgasm (something she tells me that no. I’d messed around a little too long, the normal little ‘bump’ of his knot was at least twice the size I was use to taking at first. It didn’t go in the first thrust so he tried again…harder; I pushed back and strained a little while trying to spread even more. There were maybe two more very hard thrusts before it was forced inside of me and I mean forced! I was hit hard; he had the aim just right and, with a very bright flash of red hot pain – we were tied. He stayed buried as I fought to get. They could have been naked for all the cover that his shirt gave them. ‘I’m scared,’ Kaylee said, startling him enough that his eyes left her body and he gazed at her face. ‘I’m scared,’ she said again. ‘And it’s pissing me off. I’ve never been a whiny girl who needs a man to get her out of trouble before. I can’t believe I’m acting the way I am now. But just the thought of going back to that bedroom and climbing into that bed has me almost frozen with fear.’ ‘It’s good to be mad, Kaylee. And.