I needed him. He pushed back to meet me, lining himself up with my dripping wet pussy. Slowly pushing forward he started to fill me. It was a tight sq...ueeze. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to fit all of him in me. Slowly he just kept pushing forward, until he was seated all the way inside. I was filled up tight, my body trying to adjust and make room for him. He paused, letting me take a minute to get used to him before slowly pulling out and driving back into me. I felt his hands. *****To Cal and Sally, it could have been brain surgery. And in effect,it was - surgery on the brain of Sally's computer. The technicianwas getting offended by how the two continued to stare over hisshoulder, watching him run the various utilities, attempting torecover the data from Sally's computer."Shit," he mumbled to himself as he watched the screen, readingthe lines and lines of text messages from the boot up attempt."What?" Sally and Cal said in nearly perfect unison.The technician shook. John had being playing chess for years. His knowledge of strategy on the football field, of dummy passes and fake moves, had stood him in good stead; he had suckered Woody into a chess match deliberately. It was Woody’s turn to shout “FUCKKK!!!!”By this time, the pieces had been allocated, the teams were fixed. It was generally agreed by Marcus and Woody that telling their friends that it might not be quite the walkover they’d hoped wasn’t going to help anyone. The girls might have to give it. The view of Lake Constance was breathtaking as we sipped our wine on the balcony. "Oh, I feel so tired," she said, yawning and stretching. "The long journey was so shattering."Sleep was the last thing on my mind. "Okay dear, you go ahead and I'll join you after I've had a stroll through the village," I replied."Don't be too long though," she said, slumping her weary head onto the soft sumptuous pillow. Strolling through the village, I hear a buzzing sound coming from around the corner. I decide.