I awoke around 10 o'clock the next morning , showered and drove to pauls house to grab my jacket. I parked on the driveway as neither his car or eithe...r parents were there as he'd said. I used the spare key and went inside, I'd left my jacket upstairs so I made my way up the flight of stairs to pauls room. I opened the door and was stunned to see Sally naked on his bed playing with her pussy while watching some of pauls porno films on the tv screen !I let out a gasp and she turned to see me. In the few minutes he was gone, Dessie, trying to keep her mind off Selina, who she was missing even more this afternoon, took more of the lint from her backpack and prepared her fire-makings. Just as Phillip returned, she struck a spark from her starter, the intense heat of the big spark instantly igniting the lint. There was a breeze, and as usual, she cupped her hands around the tiny flame. In seconds, it had eagerly eaten some of the lint and spread to the smallest of the twigs. With her. She moaned and pushed back sinking my fingers even deeper. I wanted something else to fill her pussy so I grabbed her vibrator off the bedside table , pushed it in to the hilt and twisted the bottom to turn it on. This really got her juices flowing making her labia and inner thighs glisten and giving her another orgasm. Without even an apology she got up repositioned and sat straight down on my sore dick. She was fucking me like a woman possessed. It was so hard I thought I might get. It was only when I read Linklater’s ‘The Dark of Summer’ that I understood why what Sarah wrote was so compelling. In ‘The Dark of Summer’, the Hero has to take passage from Orkney to the Faroe Islands in a Naval Trawler. In the Captain’s day cabin, where the hero sleeps during the voyage, there is a book case. Linklater describes it thus, ‘all its authors were women: Virginia Woolf, Colette, Rosamund Lehmann…’ The Captain and the Hero subsequently have a conversation. ‘That’s what I call my.