Finally, his oversized prick had impailed her to the maximum. He had penetrated her so deeply she could feel the fabric of his boxer shorts against he... thighs. ‘Take me’…Laura whispered. Scott made love to her with incredible tenderness, pulling out and pushing forward in slow steady strokes. Although he was close to the brink, the next five minutes were true ecstasy for both of them as Scott managed to hold off the inevitable. Finally, his penis began to discharge in Laura’s twat.. I could go home, sneak in through the back door, making sure no-one saw me and spend the night in my bedroom having a drink or two and watching television. The plan was faultless. I drained my coffee, stood up and headed to the car park. As I went through the door, I gave my arse a bit of a wiggle as if waving goodbye to the men. One responded with a wolf whistle. I smiled.The drive home was easy. The roads were quiet and as I neared the house, I saw that there were quite a few cars already. I enter the arrivals lounge and keep walking with the tide of people from my flight as Italian voices call out. I glance around and as I cannot see Doug, I begin to panic- then a gentle hand touches my shoulder and I turn to see Doug smiling down at me. He is 6'4" with thick brown hair, hazel eyes and a handsome smile. He towers above my 5'2" frame and I suddenly feel very small indeed."Hello Mel," Doug's voice is soft and warm in his eloquent British accent. "Hi Doug," I squeak as I find. Now I could feel, and did feel, his hard, muscular body under my hands, one hand over his stomach, the other a little higher. As he encouraged the horse from a trot to a gallop, my lower hand slipped just slightly in a bounce and moved just under the waist of his trousers. I could feel him tense, but he neither said or did anything to discourage me. Of course, I didn’t know that he was encouraging me, either; I still had a lot to learn about the subtle aspects of male and female interaction. I.