We'd never done it again, but we weren't shy anymore either. We had sex in the same bed or car or wherever a lot. At the same time, I mean.Anyway, I'd... decided that thicker was better, and Rachel was positive that longer was best for her, so we were happy anyway. And so were our boyfriends, although Pete was always asking when we were gonna swap again. Not too often though, cause Rachel would cut him off when she got pissed.We're not sluts though. Am I getting off the subject? Oh well, we're not. I could feel Matt’s erect dick pressing against my buttocks and so I could not help but asking him to shove it into my wet cunt…He fingered my pussy again then guided his hard cock until it was pushing against my swollen pussy lips.I could feel his knob end starting to enter me. He was big enough.Slowly but steady, Matt’s dick began to push up inside of me. I had another hard orgasm again with his whole length fully embedded in my hungry pussy. He squeezed my boobs, making me squeal with. ”“So would you care to lay with me?” she asked, “I shall not consent to marriage unless you can guarantee a good rogering when I desire it.”“I have had no complaints,” I replied, “Though I own the young ladies concerned were from the lower orders and well versed in delighting gentlemen.”“Serving maids?” she enquired.“And whores,” I explained, “I spent time in Africa in the regiment and they knew nothing of marriage there. The women ran round naked bar a skirt of grass stalks and all were wed. ‘I desperately need to brush my teeth. And I am famishing! Feed me and I’ll be yours forever.’ I swung off the bed and donned my discarded robe. ‘I like the sound of that. Breakfast in bed coming up, your Highness. What does your royal heart desire?’ ‘Anything that doesn’t take more than two minutes to get here.’ I went into the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. There was plenty in there, but it would take more than two minutes to cook. But the cheesecake was still on the counter…and it.