..I think that’s all I can think of at the moment… oh, yeah, one last thing before I let you get to it, please don’t be too gentle. There are a ...lot of us here, so there’s no sense in taking it easy. Put her in whatever position works best for you - doggy or pile driver or whatever, the important thing is your leverage so you can pound her pussy hard.”With that I stepped back and gestured that she was all theirs. Most had already undressed as I was talking, and hard cocks of all sizes were. I said I'd buy him lunch right where I was if he wanted to come over right now. Fifteen minutes later, he showed up. I did not pay him any attention until he spoke to me for he was a small and nondescript sort of person.I let him order his own lunch and he ordered two Whoppers and a large soda. I paid. As soon as we sat down, he put one Whopper in his jacket pocket with the comment, "Wife can't cook for shit. You don't mind do you? Now tell me about what you need me for?" I think my wife is. She still didn't understand why her parents insist on therapy. Olivia was not troubled, like her parents say. She was just plain horny. All the time. Her pussy was permanently wet. In her mind, she thought she might as well put that to good use. Olivia sat down in front of Marilyn and lasciviously inspected Marilyn from head to toe. Marilyn stared at the girl, whose eyes were on fire, as she felt Olivia undress her with her eyes. No wonder Dr. Hammond sent her over. He wouldn't have been able. I let out a moan as I felt him entering me. He slowly slid the rest of his cock inside me. He began slow, sliding himself in and out of me, listening to my breath quicken. I whispered in his ear how I wanted him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to fuck my tight little hole hard. This got him going. He began thrusting his cock in and out of me, pounding my little pussy. The only noises that could be heard were our moans, and the sound of his balls slapping against my little wet pussy. He pulled.