His cock was so large and swollen and he almost seemed in pain. For a moment I felt sorry for him. But it was time for my reward, though I had no ide...a what it was to be. I was led over to a rope hanging from the ceiling and my wrists were attached to it. Dangling from this two of the men came and held my legs apart, one on each side. The man I had ringed now came forward and knelt before me. He placed his face between my legs and my sex almost spurted in his face I was wet so suddenly. I had. “Wow Jerry, I never knew my dirty knickers would have such an effect” she said as she watched my cock filling with blood, “SOOO cool” she sighed but OMG her panties were sweet and soft, MmmThe old man had gone, softly snoring in his chair so Kay joined me on the edge of the bed while I drank my beer although OMG it was a bit strong, she again thanked me and told me how nice it was to have a young visitor although her Grandpa had brought guys back before. She loved him and he did try to control. She gasped in surprised as she heard the unannounced rip of clothing and her underwear fell to the floor, the cool night breeze making her glisten. ‘Will, what if someone—?’ she gasped again as his fingers dipped into her hot depth, toying with her clit. She jumped as a jolt of excitement shot through her body. It always surprised her, the skill and gentleness with which he brought her to the edge. She barely had time to see it coming before her back was arching. His fingers continued to dance. Unable to help himself any longer he nestles his cock head into the warmth of her thighs. She shifts, glancing over her shoulder at him, catching his awkward kiss on the corner of her bottom lip. God she is beautiful. He pushes his cock into her, not asking, taking. His urgency surprises them both. Crysta bends her knees and shuffles him backwards. The delicious fullness takes over her senses as he enters her slick passage fully. Cold, eager hands grab the railing. Then she pushes back. Marcel.