Are we on?"What the fuck I thought as I looked at my watch. By now Darlene would be on her back with her legs spread wide having her "curiosity" satis...fied. Our marriage didn't mean shit to her so why should I care."Okay Bev, we're on."By twelve thirty-five I was balls deep in Bev and she had her legs wrapped around me and was making enough noise to wake the dead. She moaned, she cried, she squealed and she screamed as I pounded into her. She was pushing her pussy up at me as I drove down into. Their huge hard cocks were pounding my body like hot iron rods drilling in butter. I’d never been fucked like that; they were using my body as they wished. And while they were pounding me, I could hear my own moans coming from the television as I was fucked up in the ass on screen. “I wanna give her some dessert, pass me the bottle,” Steve said. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and poured some syrup on it. While he did so, my pervert boyfriend Mike pulled my head up by my hair, bent down. Sue had calmed down sufficiently that she texted a quick reply accepting Jenny’s apology, and moments later Jenny felt it was now safe enough to call and apologize properly to Sue.Fickle? Who, meI’ll never cease to be amazed by female fickleness. After a couple of minutes of mandatory seriousness and ‘yes, I forgive you’ type statements, Sue and Jenny were cackling away like old fish wives as Jenny gave Sue what sounded like a crude and very graphic description of some of the replies her ad.. It’s all about that hourglass shape. Add the facial ecstasy, the poise, the curl of the back, the lunge – and bingo. After all, music critics think with their dicks.Jade’s pretty. That luscious body and those dark glinting eyes had me drooling the first time I saw her at Royal College. Even then a serious player; her whole body, arms, shoulders, hips, seemingly brought to bear on making love to that cello. And the instrument responded, singing out in pleasure.And now she’s betrothed, to our.