I felt the dildo pressing into my ass again. I did my best to relax as she pushed it deeper until I felt the warmth of her skin against my legs. Witho...ut saying a word I looked back to see her towering over my ass. It was no dildo; she had donned a strap on!!She slowly began to pump my ass. Going nice and slow to work me in. After about a minute or so her pace picked up. Thrusting faster and faster, you could hear the skin of our legs slapping together as she pounded me. Words couldn’t describe. ‘Are you jealous?’ she asked. He replied, almost without hesitation: ‘yes, a little.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, not because she really was sorry, but mostly because she was British and such a personal confession made her uncomfortable. She could hear him almost sneering in response. Then he added: ‘don’t be. I’m also happy that you guys find a way to deal with all this shit.’ ‘Give me a cigarette.’ She said. He slowly got up, a darker shadow against the dark skies. He stood up for her and. Damn, I really liked kissing her. When we came up for air she kept thanking me, but I reminded her that I had started the whole ‘I need to kiss you’ business because I was a spoiled child and I wanted her lips. She blushed bright red at the reminder and said, out loud to herself “he really does love me, he said so and shows me.”I gave her a slap on the bottom, to get us back on track. In response she deliberately lifted and wiggled her bottom. “Please sir, may I have another?” Well, how could I. She was just looking at the wall as if she was seeing it melt. Her jaw nearly dropped off and her hands rose to the back of her head. "Holy mother fucking shit, Chet. Your cock feels so damn good in my pussy, I never want it to leave," she cried. No words were spoken in response to that, but then my hands made their way onto her slit. I had my left hand right above it and my fingers from the other took a dip right in between her pussy lips right with my cock. "Yes," she moaned, as she began.