Cheryl grabbed my hand and stuck it up her skirt. I…. Cheryl had left us to it now. Cheryl on the other hand had a tighter skimpier top on, tighter to her curves trying to push her smaller breasts up, I could tell their was no bra under that top too. Claire taking another swig of wine “you’re good round us, we’re young woman and we’re hot aren’t we”? I seen Cheryl years later but that’s another story for another day. I floped back against the sofa, letting go of Cheryl’s head. “Oh fuck” I let out as my cock slid all the way in, stopping when my balls touched her pussy, nice and tight around my throbbing cock. I jumped in shock when I felt Cheryl grab my hard cock. Ok” I said as I shimmied my joggers down and my cock sprang out of my boxers.
