In some ways, the actual fuck was a let down. It wasn't that Phil was bad, but his skill at fucking paled in comparison to his oral skills. By the tim...e he entered me, he was already highly aroused and he was working towards his release. It was pleasurable but did not compare to the heights that he had brought me with his tongue. I'm sure that he good control and technique, but then again, so does Don. Besides his reaction after we finished reminded me forcibly that he was not my husband.My. Mum and her lover Jen wore tight black bikinis that the ch1ldren thought were slightly obscene on older ladies; Amy and Grace were topless. Alia had found an old pair of shorts for the synth to cover the large gash where her arse had been destroyed. Amy had arrived on her motorbike looking absolutely ravishing in just a helmet, boots, spiked choker and tight black leather shorts. Mum had to slap Jen to stop her ogling the teenager: “she’s taken - you can’t have every bit of skirt with. “Good god! What got you so wet?”A little giggle was her first response, then as she started moving her hips, “A little secret, I’ve spent the best part of the last couple of years at least a little damp when I’m with you.”As she giggled again, I swear my chest and cock swelled to twice their size, I know my ego did. I don’t know if it was just the light coming through the canvas, but I could have sworn Nicola’s face was bright red, even with the orange hue.“Some,” she said and lifted. He had netted the prettiest specimen in The Butterfly Suite and from the way his great erection was tightening against the material of his pants, he was all primed to pin her. Care had been required from the moment he left the car to keep the stiffness of his member a secret from his young guest, but it was time to share that secret. He let Mary-Jane wander a little further down the hallway, stood watching as she brushed a curling strand of hair from her cheek. For just a few more exquisite.