‘OOOOhhhhhhh!’ she moaned. ‘Just be gentle Bill, it hurts a little.’ ‘I love you Kelly, I won’t hurt you.’ He said softly. Bill took his...time and was gentle, he made nothing but slow gentle thrusts despite his excitement wanting to go faster. Kelly fell in love with him even more for being gentle with him, once her pussy got accustomed to the foreign invader she wanted more. ‘Faster now Bill, oh yes faster baby.’ She moaned. This was all Bill needed to hear he pounded his cock in and out of her. Then left at the end... tenyards... left again... along the shops... left and back to mygate. It's lit... if I was too nervous, I'd just go back alongthe alleyway.As I reached the end of the alleyway, and pondered my move, Iheard voices... I glanced back. A couple of girls were leavinga flat above the shops... clattering down the fire escape... nochoice... I turned left and was soon on the parade of shops.Christ!! It was sooooo lit!!!I felt I wanted to run... no... don't... cars passing.... What do you think spies are: priests, saints and martyrs? They’re a squalid procession of vain fools, traitors, too, yes; pansies, sadists and drunkards, people who play Cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten lives. Do you think they sit like monks in London, balancing the rights and wrongs? I’d have killed Mundt if I could, I hate his guts; but not now. It so happens that they need him. They need him so that the great moronic mass you admire can sleep soundly in their beds at night. They. Waking up with a big boner is nothing special, it is a full bladder erection in fact.Stella Maris is similar to my mom in only one aspect: happy with something warm to eat.Well, I didn't feed her my meat as that doesn't fill her stomach very much, does it?For those readers interested in details I can tell the recipe, basicly big mug of tea.And eggs done my style. Hihi, eggs meant to help her send over the edge, as I empty mine.I serve Stella Maris in our big bed. Belly full, I caress it. Within.