I stuffed my face full with him, desperate to get him all into me. This wasn't enough. I knew that I had to try something else.I got up and laid back ...on Frank' s bunk, inviting him onto me.He fell upon me as if we'd always been lovers, his mouth meeting mine. his tongue entering me. Filling the whole where his cock had been. I sucked on his tongue as his hands found my wrists. He pinned my hands above my head as he used his knees to spread my legs. I pulled up my knees, wanting to feel his cock. I was totally enthralled by a weather diary that gave such remarkable details as the time of the dawn chorus on each day of the year (1797 I seem to recall), including which species of bird was the first to sing. What a wonderful piece of unpretentious but devoted scholarship – and the article was not even signed! I love Evensong, and chanting the Nunc Dimittis and the Magnificat as our ancestors have done since the Reformation, never fails to move me. The family did not attend evening. She goes to the front door to greet him and as become customary lately they go upstairs. My cock is rock hard as I listen to his shoes hitting the floor and she's become pretty confident that I'm sure before long she'll have undone his trousers and freed his cock or he'd have uncovered her breasts and be flicking his tongue round them. To be honest I don't have a clue all I can do is just listen for any signs of them fucking but it doesn't stop me from imagining. Soon enough I hear evidence. I pulled my wilting cock out after some time and she sank down on to her knees at the side of the bed, not wanting to get the bed covered in cum, she let it run out, down her leg and on to the floor.The sight of cum covered stocking wanted me to fuck her again when she stood up after ten minutes, my white thick creamy cum hanging from her pussy and on to her black stockings. I rubbed it with a tissue before she placed another one over her fanny and we lay back down in bed.Waking up at nine, I.