With my head I indicated he should move to the bed and now he finally moved, standing next to the side of the bed, staring at Cheryl's naked body. He ...slowly moving to caress her breasts and then moved his hand down between her legs, to finger her there, once again, just as he had a few days ago. Cheryl's legs began to pull apart and her eyes closed with the pleasure of it. None of this shocked me, it was how I imagined it would be, but now it wasn't a fantasy or a dream, it was real. Cheryl's. Her arms were stretched up above her head as she lay there, the buttons on her shirt barely covering each of her nipples, leaving her naked in a line from her mouth to her pussy to her ankles. This realization sent a thrill down her spine, through her legs, and left her pussy tingling at its helpless vulnerability. Then she felt it: the head of her husband's penis on the lips of her vagina. "Your head is so big!" she started to say, but never finished; he thrust his cock so deep into her that. A long long way. No one will ever look for us here,’ he says. ‘Cypress?’ He turns to me. He’s shaking – his eyes are burning, heavy with straining blood vessels as he twitches. ‘I don’t know if this is the right thing,’ he says. ‘Are they all dead?’ I ask. He shakes his head. ‘No. They drove away. Not just the old ones – Westwood vehicles too. A lot of people ran on foot. But if they weren’t out, they’re gone. He’s gone. I buried him.’ ‘Who?’ But his sticky, gritty hand cups my cheek,. It was definitely three inches longer than her husband is.Derrick reached over, closed and fastened the door. He then took Sarah’s hand and pressed it against his rock-hard cock. Her fingers automatically curled round his stiffness and she found herself playing with it. At the same time, she was aware of Derrick undoing her shorts.“Do like the feel of my special tool, Sarah?” Derrick asked his voice full of lust.Sarah felt her Denim shorts fall down her legs revealing her scantily black panties.