She was holding the sheet with one hand and it barely covered her beautiful firm breasts. Her mouth was closed tight and she used her other hand to b...ckon me to give her the glass. As she took the glass, she pulled it to her mouth and spat out a huge amount of cum. It took the level to almost a quarter full, she smiled and handed the glass back to me. “You want me to put it back in the fridge?” “No, leave it here, I want to fill it tonight. Leave us now, and Merry Christmas!” I went to kiss. There was no stopping him and he rammed on, deeper and deeper, until with a loud groan, his sperm inflated balls smacked loudly against the wide held cheeks of her naked buttocks."Aaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed beneath him. She had never been so utterly filled in her life and his bone-hard, heavily- veined cock felt as though it had ripped her vaginal passage into a thousand tiny shreds as he slammed into her without thought of mercy or injury to her tender insides. And now it lay sunk deep in. "A bit underhand, but standard interrogation techniques she had learnt off the television. Don't tell how little you know, pretend to know what you are trying to find out! To her surprise it worked, and she was told something totally unexpected. "We both got the cane at school."Not at all what she had expected, but it did explain her husband's arousal last night. "You told your father, Jen?" Yeah and he wanted to see our bums." Both your bums? Yours too, Susan?" Yes, Mrs Truscott. We told him. .."She never got any further. I reached up and pinched her right nipple hard and then drove two fingers of that hand into her ass as I lightly bit on her clit and lapped broadly with my tongue; the rifle shots of pleasure and pain around her body added to the colossal A-spot orgasm, and were too much for her; she passed out. I wondered if anybody had heard her. I remembered that most of my partners did that in some way, when I gave them that experience. I chuckled. Having those words floating.