She tasted sweet and it felt like and eternity locked in that kiss but we finally pull away and I tell her to have a good night and ill pick her up br...ight and early. That night had sparked something. It wont ever be pursued or talked of but it happened and it left me with butterflies for a few days after.After Natalie and myselfs exploration of each other began to escalate into a more common occurrence we both get hit with some bad news. Within a day of our news Amber texts me and tells me that. I teased her until her was soaking wet with her juice and then I slowly let her drop onto my dick. It was a tight fit.I gently lowered her down carefully and I met her hymen. By now, Amanda was biting her lips and gripping my hands tight. “Ready Amanda?” I asked lustily. She seemed to try to bottle it in, but then couldn’t contain it. She screamed at the top of her lungs, “FUCK ME MICHAEL! FUCK ME LIKE A DIRTY SLUT. RAM YOUR FUCKIN’ COCK INTO MY PUSSY!” With one smooth motion she slid down on. “Minh” The slave replied. “Excellent stand forward boy.” Matthew growled the slave stepped forward defiantly keeping his eyes on Matthew's face. “Hand slave.” Matthew growled the boy presented his hand. Matthew grabbed it forcing it down his jeans and into his boxers. “That cock boy, it will be buried in your holes before the end of the day.” Matthew said the boys eyes widened in fear. “If you behave, it will be with the aid of lube. If not its going to rip you a new one.” “He can follow us. " What is it?" enquired Marjorie."Don't start him off," Mary exclaimed, "He'll talk all night about it." And Tom did. He was a superb engineer and also a very good raconteur. The ladies soon forgot about appearances as Tom took them back in time to the end of the nineteenth century and his stories of firefighting and the equipment they used and some of the fires and rescues the engine had attended. He'd copied the old logbook still extant in a South London station and could build word pictures.