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began to move briskly in and out. He was watching himself, she realised. He was looking down between her thighs and watching himself thrusting in and out of her, a steady pulsing beat that came and went between the soft lips of her pussy.
    She wanted him inside her all the time, wanted to be filled with solid male flesh, needed to have a thick warm pole deep inside, to wriggle and squirm against while she built slowly to her climax. But it just kept coming and going, sliding briskly in and out, spreading her wide and then leaving her empty.
    Her hips writhed as she tried to move herself onto it, to hold him deep, but he just kept on going, in and out, in and out. She reached out with both hands, trying to grasp his bony thighs or buttocks to pull him into her and hold him there, but he cursed and panted at her in no uncertain terms to lift her hips and pin her hands under her bottom. She whimpered but instantly obeyed, and so she couldn’t hold him, couldn’t stop him thumping in and out, the new angle of her hips allowing him to plunge deeper and deeper. And as he plunged away she heard the bed thudding against the wall:
    Bump... bump... bump; a sound she knew so well, but always from downstairs when she’d been listening to someone else.
    She came almost at once, a writhing, squealing surprise of a climax that gave no warning, just a shattering burst of sensations, all lights, noise, colour and contracting muscles that wrenched a shuddering scream from her as she arched her back and then sagged limply into the mattress.
    But none of it distracted the old man, still pounding relentlessly away, no change in pace or rhythm as she lay inert beneath him. Then suddenly he stopped moving too, poised above her, his rasping breath making her damp fringe flutter on her perspiring forehead.
    â€˜Ar,’ he grunted quietly, and then she felt him hosing into her, a long spray that made his dangling testicles jiggle against her bottom. And then he hastily pulled out of her, gripped her thighs and pressed them even further apart. Susie half opened her eyes and saw his erection pulsing in the dim light, and then it jerked and another jet of sticky fluid sprayed forth, tickling and tingling as it spattered onto her, leaving small pearls of moisture captured in the short blonde curls on her mound and clinging to the shiny wet folds of flesh. Susie reached out to grab it and pull him back into her, but before she could it sprayed again, thick white cream splashing across her stomach and her blue skirt. Then she was holding it, pulling it in, and as the pink folds parted to let the snub purple bell inside she felt the shaft vibrate in her hand and another gush of sticky fluid burst from the tip.
    â€˜Ar,’ croaked the old man. ‘That’s wore me out,’ and she caught another blast of stale beer and roll-ups as he sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Almost at once the odour of the public bar was joined by an even nastier whiff; his clothes smelt as bad as his breath, maybe worse.
    Hastily Susie moved away from him, not making her distaste too obvious in case it angered him, but immediately regretting her fastidious move. Now her nose was in clear air, but her groin was closer to his face. Her knickers were still where they’d been left, tugged to one side, and he was gazing deep between her thighs, where his still-warm fluids dribbled from her. The flow was matched by his mouth, where spittle dribbled from the corners of his slack lips. His stare was uncomfortable, embarrassing, unpleasant. Even more so as a gappy smile disfigured his countenance. ‘Ar,’ he said again. ‘Not had so much fun for years.’ It was his longest speech so far. Susie doubted if he’d had this much fun this century.
    â€˜How long since you, um, er...’ Her voice tailed away. He blinked, squeezing a tear from a gummy pink eye, and looked up at her face. Then he began to cough, a deep hacking that ripped out