He stepped away, and I moved in to take this picture. I didn’t notice at the time but when I looked at this photo I could see that he didn’t pull ...out quite fast enough. When he was done he sat in a chair with a cocky look of triumph on his face. She was heaving in the same position. Her legs were shaking slightly as she remained on her toes. I felt a sense of regret and panic quickly filling the void that was left by the diminishing lust that had taken over me just moments before. I felt hot. Oh God my cock slipped in even further, I felt it slip in and in, further than I ever thought possible. The tip of my cock pressed against something and I heard for the first time a tiny, half strangled gasp from her mouth. She eased off me, just a little,pushed back. again my cock touched bottom and again she gasped, a soft muffled sound. She eased off me yet again but further this time and I in response pulled back.Oh bloody hell I thought I'm properly fucking my m*m and she is helping me. I. I would tease him withmy dancer moves. I would listen to how he wants hiscock sucked, so he can last long. I would spread mylegs as I laid on my back, get on my knees allowinghim to view my holes, or slide down his cock to grindbouncing, slowing til he cums.3. What were you thinking as I was describing allthe things I've seen you do and have done to you atthe schvitz? Which memory is most vivid?******I was thinking, that is what a slut would do.And I was asking myself, how did I become one.. Feeling her firm, slender legs beneath it. Back up again, cupping her breast as I touched her.“I - I don’t,” she stammered.I gripped her ponytail, pulled her head back and ran my tongue along her throat. “Ahhhhh-” Her voice quavered like a bird. “Oh - don’t - I have a boyfriend -”“But it’s not a boyfriend you want. Is it.” I gripped the scrunchie. Slid it down her hair, pulled it off of her. Her black hair fell free behind her. “I think the reason why you’re here is because you remember how it.