Fuck me like a gurl,” she said.He rolled her over on her back and using her heels, lifted her dripping boi-cunt high into the air and quickly stuffe... a couple of pillows beneath her ass. Jill spread her legs wide and he plunged into her, making her gasp and cry out as it was much deeper than the cowgurl method had allowed him in the first time.He rammed her hard, thrusting and pounding her pelvic mound as he fucked her. He reached for her clitty again and she moved to stop him. He took her. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ he said out loud. *** The first thing Mark Gordian noticed upon walking in to his office wasn’t the beautiful sunlight filtering through his window or the fresh smell of cut grass. It wasn’t the memories of the mind-blowing sex he and Marlene Henson had shared on his desk and in his chair. It wasn’t the sound of Henry talking to himself in his office, his voice filtering through the central air ducts. He noticed the single, blood red orchid on his desktop. Mark. They got chatting, with Steph trying to take her eyes off him as not to appear more embarrassed. “Do you want to come inside for a drink?” Steph asked. Peter obliged. After some time chatting Steph said she needed to quickly shower and get out of this running gear and told Peter he could stay and watch television. Back at the massage Steph was no longer feeling herself, and was starting to drift to a sl**py state. Her dream was becoming more real, she was showering and could hear footsteps on. . do it?”“Since you granddad died no man has touched me. We had good times, he loved to see me having sex, and I loved it as well. But those days are past now.”“They don't have to be Gran. They don't have to be, honestly, they don't. I know I am only a kid, but I would fuck you in a heartbeat.”Brenda felt the old familiar itching in her groin. The sight of the bulge in Tommy's shorts, the sight of the old pictures, and the memories of the many cocks she had had in her and the many cunts she had.