When I did lie over her she was smiling up at me with her lovely brown eyes, with tears flowing down out of the corners."Why are you crying Joyce?" I ...feel so happy, I feel I don't deserve to feel this way. It has been so terribly long and I realise that it was your lovely big penis that made me feel so lovely."They cry when they are happy, they cry when they are sad, they cry when they can't get their way, how many other things does a woman cry for, for Christ sake.Crying women always makes me. I posted a story a few days ago titled 'Unintentional Consequences',which was just a continuation of one I wrote long ago called 'Shoes &Socks'. That one didn't receive much in the way of reviews, so I assumedthe subject matter was not interesting to most of you. So I guess I sortof 'tricked' you by writing it again with a new title, but with addeddetails and surprises. Guess it was my way of seeing if a story that isnot so interesting can be made into something that is. And it workedbased on. So next evening as planned, natasha came back from work and i called her home and said i was getting amit for drinks and dinner and discuss some work stuff. She was happy and also said i could and imagine him fucking me later at night. I smiled too and said sure sweetheart. We arrived at the apartment building and i rang theDoorbell as our prearranged signal and then i unlockedThe door and ushered amit in to the living room. WeBoth stood there in the entrance to the room for a longMoment. There. Still not hard enough, more.That’s better, continue.Now our pussies.The slapping continues, harder and harder. Feels good.Then I lay down knees raised.Annie lick my arse.Emma, I want you to insert your fingers one at a time into my cunt until your whole hand is in.A few of the guys are playing with their cocks now.Emma thrusts her hand forcibly into my cunt, harder and harder. Annie continues to delve deep into my arse.More and more, I’m going to cum.Oh fuck I do, drenching poor Annie’s.