This was infinitely more upper class. ‘Hey, Rosie!’ yelled a familiar voice and she turned around. It was Jane, her old school friend. Jane teeter...d over on high heels and the two embraced. ‘Wow, you’re looking hot,’ marvelled Jane as she took a step back and admired Rosie’s new dress. ‘Gone all designer now you’ve escaped into the big wide world?’ Rosie knew Jane was joking, but she sensed a slight note of envy nevertheless. Jane was stuck in the valley: her parents were farmers barely. I grip your solid member hard and then it hits me. Wave after wave of intense orgasm. I see colours and spots for a moment. I hear nothing but my own grunts. I look down at my erupting manhood, watching the blasts of hot cum fly out of it. It's covering your crotch, landing on and around your beautiful dick. I gain my senses enough to try to aim the last few bursts right onto your quivering balls, and as my climax subsides I breathe a sign of relief. I look down at you, probably with a stupid. Just because I had grown more comfortable within them did not mean I hadnot lost my desire to shuffle off these pretty coils, however. I stillwanted to return to my life as Jack. As imperfect as that life mighthave been?still?it was my life. I was now living the life of a stranger.I left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen where I could now hearthe sizzling sound of food cooking. "I'm making you breakfast from mynative Peru," Javier told me with a broad smile when I came up along. She asked, “Do you just want a quickie or do I have I get all the way undressed?”I said, “I’ll take a quickie if you don’t mind, then the real thing later!”My wife smiled, dropped her pants and panties to her knees, and bent over for me. As she held onto the foot of the bed I drove her from behind. There was no need to warm her up or even to give her an orgasm. This was a pity fuck. It was one of many pity fucks in the past few weeks. All because of that little twitch Amanda down the.