“I want to make love to you right now.”“Mmmm… but I like this. It’s kind of kinky. And I like feeling you so hard against me. Don’t you...like it?” For emphasis, Amanda pressed her bottom more heavily into me, and the contact was overwhelmingly stimulating.“God, yes. I love it, I fucking love it…. Christ, that feels good…. mmm, so good…. shit, Mandy, if you don’t stop I’m going to explode in my pants.” I was so out of control that I was talking like a foul-mouthed sailor.“That’s sort of the. He came across as a decent bloke. His mates, including the twat, soon decided to leave but he said he was staying on for a bit longer. I have to say, he was pretty okay looking, no stud muffin but more than acceptable. He was about 5" 11', a bit beefy and from what I could see he seemed quite furry, a bear I guess. At chucking out time I shook his hand,nice firm grip on him, and wished him well for his upcoming wedding. At which point he admited he didn't want to go home. Oh fuck. I tentatively. She just opened her mouth and sucked it all down because it tasted so good and she was not upset at Mister Anderson's cock in her mouth. She just hoped his wife didn't find out because she was reputed to be a very jealous type who didn't mind using her boots on girls that tried to steal her husband's affections.In a matter of minutes, Mister Anderson's cream was added to the whipped cream and Sally swallowed it all down to show she was a good sport. He helped her get it all down by holding her. He held her in front of him as she leaned back and pushed herself against him, purring as she felt his rock hard cock press and throb on contact. He let his hand slide inside her coat and slip under the top of her dress, hearing her gasp at the first cold touch and relax as his hand slid over her breast, caressing it and tweaking her nipple, then repeating the pleasure on her other. She lay back, quietly enjoying this, letting him have his way. Is hands explored the curve of her tits, lingering.