I was so slippery from being wet on my own and from his saliva inside, that it went in without the least fuss. And, oh man, was he hard again!He start...ed pumping and I was still pumped up from coming a moment ago. I knew it would take much for me to come again, now that I had a rock-hard cock pumping my pussy.I was right! I started quaking all over again while he was pumping me. God, it felt so good!He pumped me and pumped me, and I kept coming and coming to his rhythm. Damn, he was good! I was. "Are they coming to this house?" I asked her. She said she had no idea, honestly. I said Hmmm. After lunch Muriel and I walked down to the harbour. The sun was out for a change and the old brick of the cottages glowed rosily. Smoke curled up lazily from some of the chimneys. We sat on a bench near where the Götz von Berlichingen had just moored. A customs launch was alongside her. Half an hour later the harbourmaster came with a list of names. He had marked the two passengers with an asterisk.. ”So I kept pumping her. My cock hadn’t So I kept pumping her. My cock hadn’t gone soft so I was able to keep fucking gone soft so I was able to keep fucking her. The feel of her sheer stockings her. The feel of her sheer stockings rubbing against me as I fucked her rubbing against me as I fucked her turned me on even more. turned me on even more.When she finally came, I knew I was When she finally came, I knew I was close. We kept pumping. Angela’s close. We kept pumping. Angela’s orgasm just. Even though I've been with several men, my heart was racing with anticipation. I excused myself to go to the toilet for a pee. I stood at the urinal and peed my eyes closed enjoying the sensation of the piss flowing out of my cock – or rather my clit. Thinking of the rest of the evening I started to rub my cock. I was so lost in the lust of the moment that I didn't notice that Tyrone had come in and was peeing in the urinal next to me watching what I was doing. That's how I ended up face.