Mr. Harddick pulled her to sit closer to him on the edge of the table. This forced her thighs to part wider and her skirt to creep up higher. His body...moved tight against her between her thighs. He held her against his chest with his left hand. With his right hand he drew her sobbing face against his chest. Caressing her back he comforted her, "Don't cry, Cindy. Please." I'm sorry, Sir." She sobbed more violently now, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her big breasts pressed tightly against his. She digs her nails into my chest, moving her lips to mine, her tongue meeting mine, the arch of her back, tilt of her pelvis, she found the best angle. I grab her at the top of her hips as she starts to cum, I continue the motion that she has just taught me. Her nails really start to dig which is good because the pain will get me through this moment. The minutes go by feeling somewhere between forever and a flash, as passion often does. My ass gets a bit of a chill as her wetness runs down. Danielle looked at our food. “How long has the food been here?”I shrugged and said, “A little while. I thought it would be rude to eat without you.”She smiled. “Well, I’m here now. Dig in.”There really wasn’t much to dig in to. The food looked more like an attempt at art than a meal, but that didn’t stop me from gobbling it down. Danielle must have been pretty hungry too because she was done about two bites after I was.She finished her wine and I finished my tea. William stopped by to ask if we. ’ I said spontaneously. Carol leaned forward again as I lifted my pussy off Danny’s cock and gripped his shaft again. She held him vertically and guided the end of his cock to my eager, wet lips. I started to slowly slide down Danny’s shaft until I felt Carol’s fingers on the base of his cock. As she felt my pussy her hand withdrew and slid gently across my thigh making me shudder slightly. ‘God it looks so big in you!’ Carol mumbled. ‘That’s because I’m tiny!’ I laughed as I started to slowly.