After a minute we heard the urinal flush, the guy wash his hands just on the other side of the door!. He then left.No sooner did we hear the door open...for the guy to leave did he start fucking me hard again. My head and shoulders were banging against the wall. He clearly didn't care about anything other than his own pleasure--which just turned me on even more.Just as I thought I was going to need to ask to stand to stop being banged so hard against the wall, I could feel the heat rise and his. She liked how geoff lay there with her , she remembered how for a few seconds when she lost control he had held her hand . her husband brian finally approached and sat with the two naked people on the bed , she finally noticed the large amount of sperm coating her breasts and belly from the last guy as her husband began to wide her down with body wipes.Geoff asked if her could shower and was told ofcourse and he rose from the bed and left the married couple . brian lent down and placing a soft. I clamp my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between my legs, and his quick and sharp slap across my thigh quickly convinces me to open them again.I open my mouth to speak, but I'm still unable to come up with the words I want.In a rush, I blurt it out. "I need you inside me." Nothing. No response from him.I try again. "I want you to fuck me." His hands move from their position on my thigh and slide slowly along my back, and I wonder if I've said enough.Finally, he leans close to me, his. There were times when we would cross paths on the way to the bathroom that a bit of skin was showing but we never worried about it, we were comfortable and not ashamed. Jane was a happy and loving daughter and I loved her back.The last year had been her official 'I am an adult' and some of her dress code had changed, a little more stylish, not daring but up to date or, adult, without being 'over the top' as she put it but on the weekends it was tanktops and shorts or T shirts with a short.