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... lift his throbbing meat and used a thumb to smear the seeping liquid over his swollen end. Without delay, she eased him between her pussy lips and gasped loudly at the searing moment of penetration. “O wow,” she mumbled, continuing to sink slowly onto Ray’s rigid pole until the entire magnificent length was snugly encased in her tunnel. She contracted her vagina muscles, squeezing the palpitating penis deep within her being. “Oh Ray, oh Ray,” she said, gripping his thighs with her hands and settling into a rocking rhythm. Ray looked down his torso. Helen’s swollen pussy lips clung to his thick cock as she rode him: up and down, in and out, sighing and panting. He reached out and placed his hands on her soft hips, assisting her up and down motion, helping to maintain the unwavering, steamy pace. “Here it comes... oh my... oh yes... oh yes, oh my god,” Helen cried out, shaking her head and soaking Ray’s cock, leaving it glistening and sticky as her rhythm slowed and stopped. “Oh wow,” she gasped and found the strength to stand on shaky legs. “Take me from behind,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Ray and getting down on all fours. “Of course,” he said and knelt on the blanket between her legs, his powerful organ ramrod stiff and pointing at Helen’s gaping hole. Ray entered swiftly, burying his length and pounding against her buttocks, his big balls swaying in their ever-tightening sac. “Oh my heavens,” uttered Helen, prompted by the pummeling cock’s wickedly increased ...

... girth, a warning of Ray’s imminent ejaculation. It came, spurting and pumping in abundance, and Ray grunted and groaned, pulling Helen back against his stomach as he unloaded deep within her, shuddering and gasping to a strength-sapping conclusion. Breathlessly, their chests heaving and sweat-covered, they collapsed on the blanket, Ray’s wilting cock slipping, squelching out of Helen’s sopping passage. They lay recovering for some minutes until Helen stirred and, hands on her damp inner thighs, said, “I think I need another trip to the water.” “What, now?” said Ray, propping himself on one elbow. “Right this minute?” Helen nodded. “Yes, then we can have some of the bread and cheese and a slurp of some wine, if you like.” “That sounds a plan. Wonder what time it is,” he said, reaching for his shorts and taking his wristwatch from a pocket. “Jeez,” he exclaimed. “It’s nearly three-thirty. What time are we supposed to get back?” “I told Gordon we’d be home by five,” Helen said, getting to her feet. “So, we’re okay for another hour.” “Right,” said Ray. “But I’d better not eat too much of the bread and cheese. You know that Mary wants to start the BarBQ by six. We’ve got a lot to talk about, haven’t we?” “Hmm,” said Helen, shoving her feet into her pumps. “I wonder how they’re getting on. Do you have any idea where they’ve gone on their date?” “No, not at all.” He shook his head and then smiled. “All will be revealed tonight, won’t it? But, as it was Mary’s choice this time, I ...