“You said you like to be watched!” argued Dave. “What better than a bunch of horny truckers?”Kitty burst into laughter.“Right I’m having y...ou off!” she said and started a fast, hard ride on Dave’s cock. He pushed up into her to challenge her, but when she gripped onto his cock he lost it and blew his load up into her.She immediately lifted off him, his spunk stringing down from her pussy and slammed herself down on Dave. She was wetter than before, still tight but now had a silky, velvety. “You really are a stud,” she said, “You’re just like your father; you take what you want, when you want it.”“You like it, don’t you?” I asked her.“Yes, yes, yes!” she laughed, “It seems we were made for each other.”I thought about what had happened to Mom since she came home from the party. In the space of a few hours she had been fucked five times, three of those times by me. We discussed it for an hour or more, and agreed there was no going back, nor did we want to.After that day we slept. Also, he wanted to be a man of importance, preferably at Versailles. The place to be if you fancy a vibe straight out of ’Girls and Boys’, the Blur one, you know. Federico was actually a bit of a poet in his very early manhood. Sonnets seemed to pour out of his chest at any given moment, praising beauty and horses and the sky and his empty wine glass. But then he decided one day to become a landscape gardener. So, he drew the most exquisite baroque garden landscapes and got commissions among. Inside her, I did not lose my strength, and she kissed me deeper. I felt as if a beastly force awakened within me, was swelling me, hardening my raging member. My thrusts, her pushes were paced with the beating of our hearts, hers under my hands, mine pounding in my ears. We began to fit each other’s breathing, short and intermittent.Even just for a short moment, but she was mine now and I had to claim her, mark every inch of her with my touch, my scent, with every essence of my desire.We.