" She wriggled out of her clothing and swapped places with me. I started off the same as she had done, rubbing her beautiful clit and then inserted a ...inger. She was moaning softly, but I didn't think it was good enough so I put in another finger. She moaned louder. A few seconds later I put in a third finger. She screamed with pleasure and so in went the fourth finger. "Ahh, mmm, oh yes, Megan, just like that." I started finger fucking her faster now. "Okay, Megan, I want you to fist me.". “What are you doing here?” was all that I could muster as an opening comment, she actually looked sweet and innocent as she looked at me standing there like death.Before she could answer I beckoned her in, “Fancy a coffee?” I said as I had just made some.She nodded her head as we walked into the kitchen and I poured more coffee as Cindy sat herself down.“You look like shit mister” she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, “Frank, my name is Frank and yes, I do look like shit, I feel like. Once out he placed his cock on her ass between her cheeks and sat on her legs, catching his breath. Through the camera I zoomed in on his cock to see more precum dripping from the end of his shaft. It was literally oozing out like a steady slow stream, his cock twitching as it pumped. He gestured to me to move over and he dismounted and came to the side of the bed by her head. Now he reached down and grabbed her under the arms, pulling her so that her head was off the bed. He took her head by. Once they arrived back at his car, he leaned over to her, took her face in his hands, and gently kissed her goodbye. He said that he would try to be online later and that he couldn’t wait until tomorrow when he promised to see her again. She had many mixed feelings as she drove back home. She knew what she was feeling was crazy but she had to see him again. She also knew that she was probably setting herself up for the biggest hurt of her life, but God! He had made her feel so good, she still.