.....HARDER!" i yelled. he took my requestes and started to pump harder and faster. "your so tight baby," he moaned. " fuck me harder daaddy!!!" i... yelled again.he finally got tired and scooped me up in his arms as he lay down, his nine incher still in me deep. i got up top and started to pump my self as hard and deep as i could. he moaned and i felt jets of his cum in my mouth. i took myself off and ate the last drops of his cum, i was sweet and warm, i atamatically wanted more of it when. "Wear it just like that," he instructed. "No, don't move, I'll take a couple of pictures."I didn't feel very comfortable at all as the flashes went off, but I smiled and pouted at his commands. We were due at a party but we were, of course, very late. When we got there, most of the partygoers had already left but Paul found me a glass wine and we danced. I was conscious that I was completely naked under my dress but as I emptied each of my wine glasses I became more mellow. It was now early. Silence returned, and Jane dozed dreaming of far away lands, Wansdyke, Newton Abbottsford, Cumbran and of her heroes, Al Capone, Erwin Rommel, and of course Jacques le Ripper.The MG was coming, she could hear the engine struggling, not running cleanly but suffering fuel starvation, it was too soon, Pinkers had shut the engine down and was coasting, her plan had failed, she peered out, she had miscalculated, the car had stopped two metres short.Pinkers was searching for his thin long handled. I kept telling myself not to pick up his call because it couldn't turn out well. I never wanted to see him again. Despite my mental protest, my fingers pressed the answer button."Dave, it's Brad. I was wondering if you wanted to go out and get some dinner tonight. We can swap stories about how boring our afternoons were," said Brad. His tone was completely casual, as if this morning I hadn't been kneeling down before him with his man meat in my mouth."Sure, what did you have in mind?" I asked..