It held only quiet wonder.“He looks so young. He’d really like that.” Her headswivelled to face him. She wore a crooked smile. An od...light danced in her eyes. “Did he hurt much?”“I don’t think so.”“Good.” She groped woozily for the clasp purse she’dthrown onto the bed. She found the cigarettes insidewith minimal fumbling. The white tube in her mouthbobbed as she went on. “He was an asshole, but I’m gladhe didn’t. She was good, bloody good, and in only a couple of minutes my prick was rock hard and pointing northwards. Just then our hostess walked into the dining room, and said, “Well done, Kathy, that looks just perfect. Come with me darling, we are all waiting for you.”She took hold of my cock and led me through to the lounge – quite a shock when I got there. In the middle of the floor was the mattress and lying in the middle of his back was Tom, and on top of him, his cock totally embedded in her. She wanted the orgasm to overcome L, sending her into a languorous stupor and hopefully a restful nap. Nothing more.Like Odysseus muffling the sirens, she shut out L's desperate pleads. She didn't care if L's guttural moans woke up the neighbors. She waited until this perfect little body hit the greatest heights of need for release, shivering and shaking in a seizure of pleasure, groans vibrating the body and the walls. Finally she sucked and pressed and lapped and massaged the g-spot and. Her pussy was covered with stubble. It seemed that she had forgotten to shave that day. I rubbed my finger over her lips, not wanting to penetrate her yet, just teasing her. The music was so loud that I couldn’t hear myself think, but I’m sure that I heard her moan. When I touched her clit she gave up pretending to dance, and started grinding on my hand. She was so wet that I was slipping and sliding all over her. I decided that now was the time, and I pushed my index.