She drove down harder each stroke and each time her voice became louder, “Ja… Ja… Ja.”. I finally could take no more, the pressure was too in...tense, and I could not hold my seed. “Ahhgg….” I screamed as my seed shot out of my cock, into Eleanor. Not content with only being impaled on me, she drove herself down with a final mad stroke and wrapped her legs around me pulling me into her deeper still. “Jaaa……,” she wailed matching my own crescendo. I could feel her muscles contracting, as. Before we knew it, it was an hour after closing and it was time to head out.Kate was dreading going home because her husband had his friends over for poker night and her k**s were at her parents. I asked if she wanted to grab a drink at the pub down the street to kill some time and she welcomed the invitation. We called our husbands and said we would be home a little later and met down the street.The pub was a local Irish bar with lots of locals and flowing beer. We found a corner booth through. In a part of the forest close by the village, and very near to the river, the two brothers had built carefully with huge quantities of river clay. As they worked, Two Bears would come out to see to their progress and suggest minor changes from his earlier design. Dark Sky had worked with clay kilns in the past, and he had suggestions that made emptying the spent ashes far easier than it had been using Two Bears design. It was also Dark Sky that took one look at the bellows that Two Bears had. He was longer and thicker and I felt even more in his thrall. Now both his hands were on my bare bottom. Cupping each cheek. Gently teasing them apart. Exposing my virgin asshole to the room.I thought this was the moment. I was ready to lie back and spread my thighs. I was ready to feel Mark climb between them. I wanted it. I needed it. To feel him fuck me. I was tingling with anticipation.But Mark slipped through my arms and down to his knees. He kissed me all the way. His lips brushed my neck.