It was easier than I expected, but then we’d been engaged in foreplay for almost an hour. I heard her go, “uh,” and then sigh, as I sank my cock... into her sopping wet pussy. She used her hands and feet to control my depth and speed.At first she kept it shallow. I’d almost pull out of her, then she’d pull me back in, but not all the way. She let the tempo build up then she pulled me forward so I went deep into her. The sensation went from rubbing the head of my cock, to the base. She was very. She continued working her way ever downwards, feeling the hard bulge in the front of his pants against her front as her tongue played around the edges of his belly button and her hands undid his belt and started fumbling with the buttons that the military insisted on putting on the fly of the work uniform pants, even when everything else on the uniform was either Velcro or zipper. After entirely too much work, the buttons came undone and Alan lifted his hips enough for Mara to pull his pants. It wasn't until early the next morning when I was awakened by the warmth of a mouth locked around my cock, stroking it up and down and the occasional flick of a tongue in the slit on the head. Out of reflex action, I started thrusting my hips up to meet the mouth that was pumping my cock. Realizing that Marie was out-of-town, the only other person in the house was her daughter, Monica. The reality of this fact forced me to open my eyes and I looked down to see Monica's young beautiful face. I have to admit that we were as snug as two bugs in a rug.With the clocks having gone back an hour to Greenwich Mean Time the previous weekend, it was daylight again as we had our breakfast early on Sunday before heading off for another three hours in the library. As it was a dry day with the sun peeping out, after lunch we decided to go for a long walk across the river, going North up Bute Park almost to Llandaff, then back down across Pontcanna Fields until we got to Sophia Gardens, and then.