She continued to convulse for at least the next ten minutes and I just lay there enjoying it all. Summer was in her post orgasmic state but I was enjo...ing only a little bit less than her.I was able to roll her off of me and stand up. I didn’t remain standing for long cause both my legs had fallen completely asleep. I straightened my legs in front of me and started to feel the blood flow get back to them. I looked over to where Summer was and she was laying on her back not moving and deeply. Then he started picking at the plaster with a bricklayer's trowel. It wasn’t the ideal tool for the job, but it was wide, flat, and had enough of a point that he could work it under any plaster that had lifted free. Bit by bit, chunks hit the floor until all that was left on the wall was the plaster that hadn’t cracked or lifted.The damage was extensive. The room really did look like it had been hit by a bomb. This part of the building was very old. The stones on the other side of the plaster. She was a beautiful girl of 18 years, very attractive, wheatish complexion, very slim beautiful like a model. She was from a good family and had to accept this job because she didn’t want to live in a village. In our house she got all the modern facilities like fridge, TV, a/c etc. In our day to day interaction she was very friendly with me and was attracted towards me. One day when I got up in the morning and went in the kitchen for tea she had just come from the bath and was looking very. ..mmm”Fuck they were moaning together in self engrossed girly happiness. The right bits were being worked up fast... prodded, jabbed, and then really spread...wide and indecent...which always feels best...got to love the stretch...and they both knew it....one arse gaped, one pussy gawped.Hamish and Jonesy had been working the one on one out by the garage; upping the physical aggression stakes...till the inevitable big boy’s body collision and the blonde point guard went down and bounced.