I took the other cum filled dildo and started fucking my mouth with it ramming it hard and fast like most me do when they fuck my mouth not caring how... hard they pound it. I tilted my head back to open my throat and drove the dildo all the way down my throat ever inch in my mouth as I gagged and choked. Pressing he ball lubing my throat with the stale hot cum. I closed my mouth so the dildo could not escape wanting to continue to be gagged and choked by it. Pressing the ball cum flowing as I. I could feel the butterflies, but also an intense longing-feeling between my legs. I had dried myself off and was in the towel and dressing gown when I came into Louise’s bedroom.There was no light in the room, but the curtains were open and I could make out Louise in her bed. Usually, I put on a nightie and knickers before a sleep-over with Louise and I was a bit unsure whether too at that moment. I didn’t want to be rushing my best friend into anything despite the kiss and was confused.Louise. When she again began talking she was angry. She demanded to know how and why he felt he had the right to meddle in her affairs. Duncan held himself to quiet apologetic comments. Never confronting her, always sympathetic... And that got her angry too.They walked for over an hour, Helen never letting up on Duncan and what he had done. But she never released his hand.Finally by mutually but tacit agreement they turned to retrace their steps. Now she was calmer, more reasonable, more understanding. The watching bride's husband had worked the dark-haired Turkish girl up to a fever pitch and her mouth hung wide open in ecstatic rapture, her glassy, lust-crazed eyes staring up into nothingness. He placed himself in position over her rapidly rising and falling belly, his face hanging within inches of the black-furred pubic mound below. Her fingers still clutched in his hair and struggled desperately to pull his face down to her squirming cunt below, but he was obviously holding back until he.