When he’d finally recovered, Malcolm slowly walked around to the top of the bench where Jill’s head was pushed down hard against the padded leathe... of the circle with the hole cut out. This device had muffled some of Jill’s cries of ecstasy, and I hate to think how loud they’d have been without it. As he reached the top Malcolm gently pulled Jill’s body up so that her face was now visible to him. Without any prompting, Jill turned to the left where he stood and their lips were instantly locked. She pressed her body against me and it was easy for my fingers to find their target again as, with two fingers this time, I entered her hot, wet cavern. She was grinding against me, then slid her legs further apart so she lowered herself. ‘With your cock’ she said. ‘In me now!’. Who was I to disobey. I guided the head of my eager penis to her vagina lips, where it slid gratefully inside. Without warning she pushed down hard, making us both groan and I felt myself enter her fully. I looked into. "Good luck to them," he said into her hair. Frances said nothing, just laid her head against his chest and held him tighter.After a couple of minutes she released him. "It does rub off on those around them, doesn't it?"Anthony nodded and sniffed. They got on with the washing up.Shortly afterwards they heard the piano. Someone was playing a Chopin nocturne."I didn't know Mark played the piano," said Anthony."Nor did I, darling," said Frances, "but he sounds pretty good. Open the door so we can. I didn't want to share it. Definitely not yet. It was from my mom, to me. It was mine. I could understand his curiosity, though. I was curious to know what his letter said, too. But, Eddie didn't ask to read it, and he didn't ask me if I wanted to read his. Instead, he literally lifted himself off the floor, looking tall again as he stood in the doorway, if not very comfortable."This is..." A lot," I finished for him. "You already said that."Eddie frowned at me. "Rory, you know... I have no.