And then there was my Ted, as his mother I was obviously biased, but he was to my mind the better looking of the group, his red hair almost the same s...hade as my own. All three of them were grinning at me as I gave in and sat myself down in one of the armchairs."If you are that determined to have me join you," I laughed, "who am I to argue. So what are we up to then?" Not a lot Mrs W." Mark replied, "Just chatting and joking about." Hmmm, how about calling me by name," I frowned at his use of. She moaned, tightening her pelvic muscles and lay her head to the side as I stroked in and out several times. The feeling was like she was squeezing me with her hand again, tight but much smoother. It pulsed around my cock as it moved in and out. Slow strokes, pushing in as she tightened and then dragging it out quickly as she relaxed and got ready for the next push. I looked and Dave was staring, wide eyed, his jaw slack, almost drooling as I was sliding slowly in and out of his wife. When I. "Holly nodded. The drugged experience yesterday had left her both aroused, yet in a way disturbed and vaguely unsatisfied. It was as if, by abandoning her ability to resist or take part, she had abandoned her part in the situation.Holly felt vaguely raped, and not in a good way.That thought made her smile, amused by her own ruminations. She looked up at Donatien."Well, I had to try, right?" she asked.Donatien shook his head."No, Holly, you didn't," he said softly. "And the fact you partook. And even with these rhythmic strokes of hers I was doing well. Here was the problem ... with the lights on I saw her long black kinky pubic hairs slick with that pussy cream I was describing earlier gliding along my shaft with each plunge. Of course I saw her deep red labia there too, but the hair was so long, it went past her lips and hung onto my dick. It was such an erotic sight I had to shut my eyes because I started to feel that familiar churning in my balls. She noticed this right away.