"stand against the wall, you cock whore!" i exclaim, allowing you just enough time for you to stand up and position yourself against a wall with a "ye...s ma'am". i hold onto your hips and begin humping again with the same vigor as before, feeling the power of being the dominant one of the situation. "you like that bitch?" i growl. you reply with a "very much, ma'am". as i hear this, i cant help but laugh and say "thats right you little slut! take it deep" as i plunge it back into your tight hole,. Brenda was a nice person and a damned fine piece of real estate (as the yanks say), definitely nothing to be sneezed at (that’s the English description fella’s). I’m not sure how or why now, but shortly after Bill returned from Uni, Brenda and I kinda teamed up together — mutual disappointment possibly — but somewhere along the line we did. The rest of our circle of friends appeared to want to stay close to Bill and his dream girl, and it must have soon became pretty obvious to everyone, that. Normally one or other of the minds won't forget to behave, or will remember quickly if I start going awry. So from the girls' perspectives, my eyeballs seem well behaved. Thank goodness none of them had a clue about what some of my thoughts had been! Not only didn't they have a clue, they actually had the opposite idea: that I was a gentleman - ha!I confessed, "Umm. I might have been stretching the truth a little with Donna. Maybe quite a lot more than a little. In all honesty, I have very much. It was a warm night, and there's a walkway that goes right past our house, past the back yard. So every few minutes I'd hear people walk by, maybe 30 feet away. I couldn't really see them from where I was, lying down in the near darkness, but they could look up and see our tent (we're on a hill) illuminated by the candles and a bit of light from the house.Then my wife came outside and entered the tent, zipping it up behind her. She was wearing a long nightshirt but no pants. Nothing abnormal.