I was grateful he was moving theconversation away from a sore topic. "I suppose there's not much I'dchange about my childhood. I'd have liked it if my...father and unclehadn't fallen out, though - there were a couple of cousins I never reallysaw after they argued. Something about some inheritance thing, I think -I was young at the time grandma and grandpa died. That was a tough year -I'd change that somehow, I think," he concluded."Thank you both," Miss Stevens interjected. "Now, the next. You already are a leaker, and a pain slut. Regardless if you do cum,? she rears back: FUCK ME! ?I’m having a ball!?New parts of my ass, I realize upon the new strikes, are exposed. She doesn’t hold back, not caring where she strikes. This new position begins to tighten everything up again. I find myself, again, moving my hips as if I am being fucked! That damn cock in my ass, fuck, is it vibrating too?!?! Is it fucking me?!?!?! I don’t know anymore, the attack is just all over. I try to hide:. Tony was nothing to look at, short and stocky with black short hair and certainly no looker, according to the wife. Sitting down beside us he remarked how elegant Mavis looking this evening and immediately got into the conversation we were having about how times had changed from when we were k**s, no mobile phones or computers in those days and going to the local pub was the social event of the week .After about 10 minutes I emptied my glass, Tony was a great guy but he could go on, sometimes. ‘Lie still. Lie still. Open your legs for me. Please open. Please. I’ve got to feel it' he was saying. His fingers were scrabbling through - er - you know - well my hair down there, trying to get between my legs. Then the phone rang and he said 'Oh shit that’ll be my parents. You lie there. I’ve got to answer. Just lie still. I’ll be back in a minute.’ He got up and went in another room and at last I could to sit up. I grabbed my panties and pulled them up. I could see that all.