It was searing, that first thrust, and nothing could have ever prepared me for that entrance. Unlike John and the dog toy, there was no variation in s...peed, there was no variation in depth except for deeper and yet deeper still. I was straining and vibrating so hard my legs were shaking and I could barely hold myself up. Every thrust from Brutus almost made me fall forwards onto my face yet there was john, always holding me, speaking more firmly and with authority.I latched onto the sound of my. I ran to the other side of the bed room and crawled under my bed. I opened up the air duct underneath it and reached inside. I felt around until I found what I was looking for a quickly pulled it out. I got out under the bed as quick as I could and looked down at a very dusty and dirty plastic bag. Pulling out the contents I looked at my find. A Hustler and Penthouse magazine from 2003. Looking at the brunette on the cover of the Hustler brought back memories of teenage jerking off, trying to. I soon had the car jacked up and was changing the tyre when Stephanie came over with a cool drink. She was wearing a short frilly skirt with a tight cotton top. As she bent down to give me the drink I noticed she wasn't wearing any knickers. Beads of sweat glistened on her wet pussy. I pretended not to notice and got on finishing the job in hand. The only giveaway was my raging hard-on in my tight jeans. "There you go Steph" I said "That's the job done". "Thanks Jim" said Stephanie "Why. "OK...wow, thank you. No. I have no reason to report you. It stays between us. Seriously." Kelli visibly relaxed. "I can certainly live with a little embarrassment between just you and I," she said. "Stuff happens." "Can I ask one question though?" I said. "Just a curiosity thing. You don't have to answer, but I'll drop the subject after." Kelli cracked a little smile for the first time that day. "Sure, I suppose so. Shoot." "I was just wondering...why right then? I mean, why not wait until.