I raise and lower myself onto you as you massage my now heaving breasts, time speeding up again as I increase my rhythm, writhing up and down on your ...ensitive cock. You have to stop yourself once more, wanting to make me cum again before you do. We are locked together, sweat dripping down our chests, cries mingling together as I rock and rock and rock on your thick length. Then we both feel my pussy tightening on you, my juices flowing down it and out onto your balls as I explode once again.. I pulled back some vegetation to reveal a heavy stone slab. "Now if I were an SS archaeologist, I would have started my excavations under this slab," I told my mother."But what is the connection between St Mary Magdalene and Blackfriars Steps?" she asked."Not Blackfriars, mother, Black Freya's. Freya, goddess of the Underworld, is black. When King Alfred drove out the Danes, the old pagan temple sites were renamed. So out went Black Freya the goddess, and in came St Mary Magdalene the Christian. I wanted him to fuck me, hard and deep. "Deeper." I whispered in his ear. Softly sucked on his earlobe enough for him to grab my body up from the chair while still inside of me and walked back to the bedding area. He laid me down and spread me open, going deeper with each thrust. "Harder." I moaned as I played with my nipples. He wrapped my legs around his shoulder and pummeled into my pussy. The feeling of euphoria came over me as my body heated up from the intense fuck he was giving me. I've. .. we won't tell," Karen pleaded. After Diane juststared at her saying nothing, Karen sighed. "All right, be that way."She stuck her bottom lip out for a few seconds in an obviously funnypout, then chuckled."Ok, now it's my turn," Diane said changing the subject. "Mary, truthor dare." Truth," Mary said."What..." Diane said, and then paused for effect. "...is your favoriteway to Jill yourself?"Karen snorted with laughter. Michelle laughed too, as much because ofthe 'Jill' term, as because of the.