“That’s it, baby, let it all out.” She starts to pump that dick inside of me. I grunt with every thrust. I feel each and every vein as her cock ...sinks deeper down into my ass. The pain is still there, but I also start to feel a tinge of pleasure. I feel her lips against the back of my neck as she starts to get into a rhythm, pumping in and out of me. A moan escapes my lips. “Now you’re starting to like it! I can tell.” The pleasure is quickly starting to mount with every thrust. I moan and groan. She didn't feel that she could just relax with anyone without controlling the situation.At that point, "In the Midnight Hour" came on the stereo. I rose to my feet and beckoned her to dance again. We melted into each other with intermittent bouts of tongue swapping and groping. When the song ended we moved to the kitchen to refill our drinks. As we stood breaking ice into the bucket, I moved behind her and told her that she just needed to relax and not think about the situation. Just let her. "Otis turned and grinned at him. "You get married this weekend, doncha?"Andy nodded. "Yep. And I'll consider it your wedding present to spend the weekend at home." Aw, Andy..." Otis smiled and looked at the floor. "All right, you got a deal."Barney looked at Thelma Lou, astonished."What... How did you find me?" he stammered."Why, Barney, are you hiding from me?" Thelma Lou smiled, batting her eyes at him."Nope," Barney said, gulping."Actually, I got an invitation from Andy and Helen. I called. Talk inevitably came round to offering to hypnotize one of us, but we both kept refusing, I because I didn’t want to be made to look silly, and she because (she laughingly said) she didn’t trust herself under the ‘fluence to the hands of two men. From the appreciative looks the clown and I exchanged when she bent down to get another bottle of tonic water from the fridge, she was entirely right not to. She was quite happy to make a fool of herself, she said: she often did that. Her younger.