Only soft moans and little wet sounds broke the silence of this act in which they were both revealing their horniness to each other.Mary was feeling a... climax building up deep inside her. Her moaning got more urgent. But Paul said – half commanding, half pleading - : “Don’t cum yet, my darling. Stop just for a little while.”Reluctantly, but obediently, Mary stopped.Paul let his cock stand proud for the girl to admire, and once again smelled her panties.“Can I come closer to you?” he. ” “I knew you’d be a dirty slut the moment I set eyes on you, Rachel. Tell me what you are.” “I’m a dirty slut, Tom.” His finger work is so good, and maybe the dirtiness of the situation gets the better of me, but I climax hard and fast. The feeling is so intense, I’ve never felt so amazing in my life. I don’t get any time to dwell as I feel Tom’s dick nudging inside me. Although he is big, I’m so wet that he slides in easily. His girth fills me, and it feels delightful. “I’m going to fuck your. He had been standing by the door watching the dancers jolt around the room. He didn't like the music, they called it 'hiphop' and it offended his ears. He favoured songs with something to say and didn't feel this music said anything to him.That's when Mrs. Benmore had come up behind him."Not dancing?" she'd asked him."The music's crap!" he'd replied without turning to see who it was."Yes I know dear, but I thought it was what you kids listened to these days."That's when he'd turned around.. He was starting to yell. ‘Christ, all you do when I am home is carp about my traveling. How the hell am I supposed to get turned on when you’re on my case all the time?’ ‘Tom, that’s not true,’ Mary replied, hurt by his sharp retort. ‘I think we need to spend time working on our relationship.’ ‘Jesus Christ!’ Tom said. ‘You been reading that women’s lib crap, or what? I bust my ass, spend weeks alone in hotel rooms, and this is all the thanks I get?’ ‘Do you?’ Mary asked softly. She hadn’t.