He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and rubbed the tip of his penis over my slick, wet lips. Every molecule in my body wanted him inside me; I moaned and stared into his eyes, willing him to do it. He obliged, sliding his penis into me so quickly and with such force that we both gasped. My feet curled in the stirrups. His hands found my breasts and squeezed them while he pounded me with everything he had. Suddenly, I came with such force I thought I was going to fly off the table. I stopped. He remembered not resisting, not pulling away. He remembered kissing back, and the rush of excitement. He remembered it feeling right. Yet he had left, because of the fear and the panic that cause the maelstrom in his mind. As serenity returned, he wished that he had stayed, that he had known what he wanted to say or do. He wished he had known that his fear wasn’t really fear at all.So lost in these thoughts and regrets was he, that Erik did not see or hear Robert approach until he was at his. “Wow!” she wheezed. “I had no idea an orgasm could be that powerful. Now I understand why people talk about the earth moving!” “Well, Amie, we’ve only started, and before I am done, you will come even harder.” “I don’t know if I can take it,” she said, “but I’m willing to give it a go!” I didn’t answer. I just dipped a finger into her dripping pussy lips. Her smile vanished and she tensed slightly, then a moan escaped her lips. “Oh that feels verrry nice.” Her head dropped back and her mouth. The taxi stopped and the driver said ‘sorry to interrupt, but we’re there, I’m quite happy to keep the meter running and enjoy the show but you’ll probably be more comfortable in the house…that’ll be £4.70 please.’ We got out and I took some money from my pocket and passed £10.00 in through the driver’s window. Lorraine called ‘keep the change!’ and grabbed my free hand and pulled me toward the house. We got to the porch door and Lorraine was looking in her bag for her door key, looking down.
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