"Sssh, sssh," she cooed as you might to a baby.She continued to rock in and out and slowly the pain ebbed away as Igot used to this thing inside me. H...ow long Fiona did this for I don'tknow and just when I began to feel the pleasure I can't say. Butsomehow and sometime I began to feel that this wasn't so bad and then Istarted to feel aroused by what she was doing. I realised that the cockwas massaging my prostate and that if I pushed backwards I realised Icould make this feeling even better. I. The movement of her hand under her skirt was obvious now that I looked, but from anywhere more than a few feet away I doubt anyone would have seen. Her eyes opened a little, looking in my direction, then opened wide and her hand dropped from under her skirt.I smiled and opened the door a crack. "You nearly done?" I asked with a smirk, "I need to phone the office."She looked at me, smiled a little nervously, her face reddening slightly. "To be honest," she said, "You interrupted at a crucial. Her husband Clive was pretending not to notice but I could tell his eyes were fixed on her groin. Although over sixty and technically old enough to be my mother, Hilary was like no mother I had ever met. Surprisingly tall and extraordinarily slim, she was bright and friendly and managed to work some kind of sexual reference into almost everything she said. Her skin was clear and bright if a little wrinkled, her greying hair coloured expensively. The ‘life less monogamous’ had clearly served her. I laughed. "Did you folks name every animal on the farm?" You betcha! We had to have some way to differentiate, and we weren't sentimental that way."While Rachel started to work her culinary magic, we three relaxed and sipped our coffee. Soon, we were digging in.As we pushed back, Hannah took a deep breath, looked us, and stated, "I want to be WITH you. I want it ALL. Hear me out..." She was begging.Three sets of puppy dog eyes looked at me. 'Oh shit, I'm in for it now!'"Okay, we are all ears,".