Only the dim light of the lamp placed on my bedside table illuminated the whole room and that as quite enough. Sara was very concerned about me. We we...e very close. I was always protective with her and reacted very violently if anyone upset her for any reason. “Are you alright she asked?” “I feel terrible.” I said miserably with my head in my hands. I wanted her to leave. I was dying to jack off, so much so that I felt feverish. I even shivered a few times thinking of how. The amount she enjoy the game there are more chances of getting pregent. She was desperately helping me to put my fat tool in her choot. It was not handled before by proper sized lund, it was hard time for her to take my lund in her pussy. I was slowly trying to push harder & harder but it was not readily going inside her slit. Her choot was full of fluid in it. So i stated again with my full force to insert my lund in her choot.slowly it started entering in her beautiful choot and after some. As we reached the restaurant, after getting out from the auto, I was surprised and taken aback when my FIL put his hand around my waist and took me to the restaurant. He spoke to the manager and arranged for a corner table where hardly anybody could see us. He made me sit first and sat beside me. He again put his hand around my waist and was pressing it. I tried to move away from him but he said “nobody is going to disturb us and no one is going to see us”. I managed to just say “not here”.. Her legs were always covered in regulation dark tan or American tan nylons, which in the late 1970s I had always assumed were pantyhose, as my Mum wore them. However things took a turn one evening when sat opposite Jean at my house. I had not really looked at Jean as a sex object when she visited, however on this particular occasion I was sat opposite her in our living room. She was talking with my Mother and paying no attention to me, Jean had a her black shiny slingback heels on, and I.