Gemma’s eyes lit up. She liked dildos. “That’s no good,” I said pouring cold water on the idea. “You need something that gets hard not that ...starts hard.” “What like a real cock you mean?” Said Laura. “Obviously,” I said. “Do you know anyone with a real cock?” Asked Gemma, innocently. “Ha ha a few!” I said. I would have suggested Steve from the gym, but he was my ace in the pack, kept for special occasions. “How about the guy at the shop?” Said Laura. “What? Pete?” “Yeah, why not?” “I suppose…”. . you ... know how to make me happy! Thank ... you! I will ... do ... whatever ... you ... wish!” Britta-Lise howled as she took me balls deep inside her creamy twat.“Damn, that ass of yours ... I love those freckles on your cheeks ... they really turn me on so much! So does your brown eye! This is my butt, isn’t it? Your tushy is mine!” I taunted my wife as she screamed my name.“Yes ... yes ... yes ... Hank ... you ... own ... my ass! It’s ... yours ... it’s yours, honey ... I swear!” she. When he woke the next morning they had changed position. She had rolled over and her back was pressed against him. She was holding his right hand firmly against her right breast, the unwounded one, and her bottom was pressing back through the sheet against the painfully restricted morning erection in his Y-fronts."I've got to get out of here quickly," he thought, "before she gets the wrong idea and everything goes bananas again."He gently but firmly removed the hand that was pinioning his to. She had never been inside Mrs Denver’s study before as all meetings had taken place in one of the classrooms or the main hall. She stood at the study door and knocked. There was no reply and wondering if she had knocked loudly enough. She turned and looked at Olivia, thinking at that moment how absurd it was, her looking to the 17 year old for help. Still, Olivia shook head. Mrs Hall knew to wait and a few seconds later they all heard the gruff, “Come.” Mrs Hall disappeared inside the study but.