Maybe I'd wander over tomorrow when she was out and have a look. In the meantime I used the house phone to ring Henry who said he'd contact her as soo...n as possible.The following day, mid-morning when I assumed she'd be gone, I approached Alison's house. Yes, the car wasn't there, that was okay then, I used the key that we kept for emergencies, she had one for ours, and locked the door behind me. I took a quick look around the kitchen and conservatory but couldn't see the phone so headed. Becky was an athlete, a softball player. Her body showed it. She was thin but had broad shoulders and well muscled, but still very feminine, arms and a knockout ass and pair of legs. She had been brought up in all-girl, Catholic schools and attended an all-woman college. Becky talked about her boyfriend, but somewhat shamefacedly admitted that they did not have sex. Becky was waiting for marriage, a self-described "old-fashioned girl." Kate came away from lunch fairly certain that Becky was. I had never been into women. Sure when I was a teenager I’d experimented, hasn’t everyone. Marta was gone, gone to be fucked next to me. The cock was still being rammed in and out of me. It felt so good, so hard, so big. I didn’t want it to stop. I felt as if I was on fire, the pleasure sensations built inside me. Then the cock was ripped from me. It hurt. I was pulled up, as the guy sat on the sofa, then I was pulled back down, down onto his waiting cock. I sank onto it, taking it all. Now it. Christy presses harder and harder trying to stuff as much of her tit inside Cynthia’s spread cunt. Feeling Cynthia’s juices flowing down the huge tit and nipple. She started to ram the tit inside Cynthia’s pussy like it was an enormous dick. Cynthia was groaning and moaning very loud inside Cathy’s wet cunt.My dick was throbbing hard from watching Christy fuck Cynthia’s pussy with her massive tit. After a few minutes of fucking her pussy, she took the pussy juice cover tit out of the cunt and.