As much as I enjoyed this, I wanted to change up before load number two, so I slowed, and placed both ankles on my shoulders. I moved a bit closer, pu...tting her feet basically over her head. Taking her hold of her wrists, I smiled at Ashlynn, and then began to pound that pussy for all I was worth.She was under me calling my name and the wave was coming…no, IT WAS THERE. I could feel that I was going to shoot another load. That was tough in a way, because I wished I could do this forever, quite. ?He’s gorgeous,? Matt intoned, feeling his cock twitch again inside his clothes. Clothes that were so symbolic of the difference between him and the young animal before him.?You can fuck him later if you want mate,? James stated, still staring at his slave nephew’s face. ?He’s just one of the herd as far as I am concerned.?Nathaniel looked up, his eyes wild in terror. He shook his head and pleaded with his eyes at Matt. Matt reached towards him and placed a finger behind his mouth chain. . We experimented throughout the house, and outside in the garden. I guessed that her demeanour on these evenings reflected what she had witnessed earlier that day with Zoe. I also suspected that she was probably getting more and more actively involved in the afternoon’s activities as every week passed. I found myself incredibly turned on as I pondered the likelihood that she was already fucking Wes and Paul, and perhaps other, unknown, men and perhaps women. I also considered the difference. As he did it began to get erect again. Sylvia was so fucking pretty, and sexy too. Oh well. Sylvia came into the front room with a wrap in case it got cool in the restaurant and wearing high heels now. John rose and they went out to the car. He looked at the lovely curve of her calves. John drove to the restaurant. Only a mile or so away. They went in, ordered dinner, and some wine to accompany it. Sylvia had started serving wine to her stepsons as soon as they came of age. She loved wine with.