"Harry," she said—oh, I remember every word of this, haven't ever been able to lose it. It was her face mainly, she was looking at me like something...crawled out from under a rock. "Harry, I don't want to take any chance of anybody hearing, you'd be out of here in a minute if anyone else knew about this. But don't ever—I mean ever—do this kind of thing again, or anything like it."All I could say was "huh?" or "what?" or something like that. Had no idea what she was talking about."Stop it,. Betty acknowledged the toast with her own glass, thendrained it.By now Hans was sitting on the sofa again, and Bettymoved towards him, to sit next to him.He stopped her.He leaned forward, holding her by the hips, and shebent, meeting his lips.Oh God, that looked sexy.In a moment she was standing in front of him, and hepulled her between his legs, and leaned toward her,until he was able to nuzzle at her torso, at herstomach. Oh, he was getting the idea, all right.Betty had her hands behind his. "Oh yes Mr Matthews, I want your cum, please, fill me with your cum," she begged me, her words punctuated with her moans of an impending climax.With a grunt I pulled back on her hair so her ass was forced against me and I pressed my cock deep inside her, and with a shout I started to cum inside her. Again and again I felt my hot cum spray inside her tight pussy, filling her up with my seed. I kept my cock buried all the way insider her body while my cum continued to shoot from my hard cock and. Again the other three7 intently paid attention. I spread her lips dipping my fingers into the moist, warm liquid I discovered there. A soft moan exited Cindy’s mouth. Her eyes were closed. Her head was tipped backward. I rubbed the liquid on her pussy lips. I brought one finger to my mouth. I sucked on my finger savoring the salty, entrancing taste. I spread her lips and I lightly massaged her from bottom to top. Each time I touched her clit she quivered. I circled around it and rubbed over the.