I didn’t have a clue if we were in love or not. Certainly, we were more affectionate than simply “friends with benefits,” but I didn’t know if...it would ever mature into something more than what it was right now. For now, it wasn’t love, but it wasn’t bad. No sir, not at all.Danielle had been on the sea voyage to get some space between herself and a badgering ex-husband, and my experiences with my ex-wife hadn’t left me with any overwhelming desire to jump into a more binding attachment either.. I repeated it three times and then pushed the cock deeper into my waiting slit. Push as deep as you like and pull it then almost out again. Do so at what speed you like. Thats it. I ended my explanations and started to pump my pussy deeper and quicker. I used more and more speed and power until my hand started to clap against my pussy producing smacking sounds. This kind of fucking I like most, hard, deep and with high speed. I recognized that Sarah now used two fingers to fuck her pussy which. I was in my parent’s house which sat on the corner of the street with the windows of the living room at the bend in the street and looking straight down the street. The road then turned and headed in the same direction I was looking, which was the opposite direction of the back yard. Beyond the living room was the hallway which leads into the corner bedroom. In the bedroom which also had all the windows open was one of the keys to my handcuffs. The second handcuff key was on the hour hand of a. She then lifted one leg over mine and straddled my legs, sliding her body down my front while pressing her breasts to my chest. The towel covering them did little to mask the sensation of her breasts as they pressed against me. Her towel had ridden up to her waist, leaving her vagina exposed and open to my cock which was now poised at its entrance. Slowly and deliberately, she slid down onto my cock, all the time looking into my eyes. She said nothing as she impaled herself with the help of one.