You know that what Adam is doing is wrong. It hurts you to see Ben being beaten. You want to do something to take away Ben's pain and show your friend...Sarah that you still care."Sarah paused and then broke the link."How do I know if it's working?" she whispered to Ben."You can't tell until the person does what it is you're trying to get them to do," he replied."Okay, I'll try again."Sarah forged the link to Hannah once more and began repeating her suggestions."Hannah, Adam has gone too far.. I spread my legs wider for you and the expression on your face tells me that this is exactly what you wanted, for it allows you to get further inside my tight hole.I know that your greatest urge is to fill me completely, to reach my ultimate depths and to mark this as your territory. As I pull up my thighs and wrap my legs around your hips, I know that you’ll get what you want tonight.Kissing my neck and shoulders, you start to speed up, pounding me further into the mattress with every thrust.. I never really thought of it and it was weird to think of, but I have to admit my mom sports a truly nice ass too. It wasn't quite as provocative and big (nobody’s was) as my aunt’s, but it was more firm and tight. Mom carried slightly larger breasts with 38dd’s that always made my friend’s stare. They were both fitness freaks too which gave them flat stomachs. This especially was impressive for two women in the early 40’s (my mom being 41 and my aunt being 43).It wasn’t until I got older that. Looking at her you would not think she was in anyway sexual. And like a lot of oldies in their early eighties, she wore simple shift dresses that hid their fat bellies.The rain had stopped customers coming and so it was a slow day. I was rearranging some books and Elsie was behind the counter just seemingly daydreaming. I noticed that she also had one hand between her legs and was moving it ever so slightly. The dirty old bitch, I thought. Not one to miss an opportunity I crept round her back.