He kept a tight grip of me; he just keptstabbing away and followed every movement I made, seemingto get even more exited as I struggled.Then it happen...ed! He found his target. After my self-inflicted enema from before, I must have been stretched,because he gained entry with ease! I kept pulling away inpanic, and he clung on, thrusting away with his hips,forcing his already enlarging cock into my arse. As hisprecum started to provide some lubrication, the burningpain of his entry started to. But not together.In the bedroom, she moved to curl up but shied away."You smell like smoke," she said, wrinkling her nose.Jack sniffed her hair. "So do you."She jumped out of bed, jerked him out and led him to the downstairs shower."Wash my hair, I'll wash yours," she said.She jerked off his shorts and stripped out of his tee shirt.The water was good and hot, the wash job superb, she sniffed his, he sniffed hers. They dried themselves and headed back to bed."Shit," she sniffed his pillow.... Her natural blonde hair was pinned back,with loose, flowing curls hanging over her shoulder. The look wascompleted with a pink flower pinned in. Her dress was a full length Aline gown with a small train, white (white? I thought only the bride worewhite) with a pink sash tied into a bow at the back. She lookedbeautiful. This was the same look for all four bridesmaids.It was soon my turn. I sat in the chair as the two beauticians primped,prodded, filed and brushed various parts of face, nails and. ) but I'd only lusted after them from a distance! They were unreachable to a man like me, an African man, and yet, the urge to get a chance to fuck one of them had always remained strong.But that was over now, and as I felt my hard cock driving deep and vigorously inside of Mara's warm, wet, and so inviting pussy, she clung tightly, with an unmistakable urgency as we fucked, and I was thrilled to feel her legs wrapped snugly around my hips, and her arms around my neck!The fact that I was doing.