.. his hard cock unerringly penetrating my quivering pussy and thrusting so deep it felt like it was coming out of my throat... and I screamed... long...and loud. He immediately halted, thinking he'd hurt me, but I grabbed him and pulled him to me... "Oh no, don't stop, oh God Daddy don't stop, Fuck me, oh yes please.... oh god FUUUUCCCCKKK MMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"And he did... long hard strokes, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.. spreading my pussy lips wide with his big cock, filling me to. I suppose we can set it up so it has a limited Internet access for chat rooms we control and they use. Look into that too, please, John.”After more discussion they come up with a list of local charities to make donations to as well.A few weeks later Will organises a meeting in Ernie’s office with the trustees, Jason, Harry - the fish-farm manager, and Ernie to discuss the farm operations. This is a good time for the meeting because there’s not much that can be done on the farm due to the rain.. I open the button and the zipper of his jeans, take them off and squeeze the dick through the cloth of his boxers still afraid of his enormous dick. We undress each other completely. “I will try to take you doggy”, he tells me. “It’s the position that’s best to be careful”. I kneel on the sofa. My pussy is wet as can be. We don’t need any lubricant. Cautiously and slowly John’s dick occupies my wet pussy. “Aaaaaah”, I moan. “Hurts?”, he asks. “Go on, it’s nothing”, I answer. Still slowly his. While I was down on the floor, balanced on my hands and knees, I noticed another cup lying on it's side, halfway across the room. It was my great grandmother's best cup. It was a painting of her own son and daughter, they were holding hands in some famous park in Budapest. There was a bridge across the Danube River in the background. I quickly went over to retrieve it. It was my mother's favorite, and somehow, it had escaped being damaged, even though it had rolled around on the floor for all.