The knuckle of my second finger roughly squashing her clit wasn’t even deliberate – but certainly seemed to be appreciated! She slipped her jeans back on without doing them up, hung her halter-top only round her neck, opened the garage door again, skipped past her surprised Mother who was busy weeding their front garden less than fifty feet away – ‘FUCK – what had she been able to hear?’ – and dissappeared through the side gate into their garden. XXX Rather than carry on pumping into her, ever the Gentleman, I pulled my juice-soaked dick out of her and, kneeling forward a bit, I wanked myself off so that I came, shooting my load all over her budding tits and stomach. I had already dispensed with her hymen a few days before, so I sunk easily into her slippery depths … I was still amazed at how tight she was though … FUCK – it felt
