I ducked my head and followed my cock, crawling onto the back seat and kneeling over her. "Now that was dancing," she snickered, "but dancing time is ...ver. Get inside me, you young stud," she coaxed. "Fill me." She pulled the dress to her waist, exposing all of her hips and legs and that sweet, wet, married pussy. Shaved labia beckoned, parted slightly to reveal only a dark shadow between. Her clit hood was standing taller, full and extended. With my pants gathered at my ankles and my bare butt. “No! No! Stop Danni, stop!”Her protest weren't all pretend, but Rachel and I had played with each other in so many ways that consent came as implied. This wasn’t a violation of anything but her pride and dignity, things I found myself thirsting to take. The head of the cock pressed first against her ass, struggling to align as she kicked up water, thrashing as I entered inside of her.Then she gave up.But I wasn’t done. She had aroused something in me, not quite anger but a sort of sexual. I dressed up in stockings, a garter belt, and a tight waspie corset and looked a real screen slut sucking his cock on camera. I really enjoyed doing it because it was soo nasty. When Hank was away on business, I’d watch it and use my favorite dildo. I’d be working myself to a dripping wet orgasm as Hank balled me on the TV screen. Last week Hank was away on business, so I decided to watch our video again. As I looked for the tape, I found another one in the closet that I’d not seen before. It. "Then I rub my clit like this while pinching my nipples until I cum, and then maybe cum again and again if needed to get off." I say as I pinch my nipples and rub my fingers over my clit for a minute, bring me to the brink of orgasm. "And I cum just like this." I grunt as I begin to convulse and shudder as I cum. While I was cumming I could hear them saying things like "Wow she's cumming." and "look at how wet her pussy gets when she cums."When my orgasm subsided I take the middle finger of.