Emma had met Terri and her husband, Paul, at a neighborhood cookout some three years ago. And while their husbands were casual neighborhood acquaintan...es, Emma had quickly became friends with the outgoing and vivacious brunette. She appreciated Terri's humor, and the way she always seemed to laugh at herself. Emma thought Terri had been hilariously straightforward about the fact that her perfect 'C' cup breasts had been a birthday present from Paul. And no matter how serious their discussions. I wouldn't do anything he didn't want me to. That seemed to relax him more as he gave me a coy smile and noded for me to continue. I started by teaseing the head of his dick with my tounge and gently kissing it, working down his shaft from the head to the base. As I worked my way back up it, I opend my mouth and took his rock hard cock inside my mouth. It tasted so good! He gave a heavy breath and a small moan - he liked it. As I continued to suck his dick, up and down head to base fast and. He had moved so fast she hadn’t even seen the blow. Crying out from a throat that had been sore from fucking before she even started screaming, she clenched her hands reflexively, letting go of her cunny. The Beast hit her again on its lips and so she brought her legs together and curled up protectively on her side, wailing. Three more blows landed on her arse and he began to shout at her.“I am losing patience with your play acting, whore!” he bellowed, hitting her again. “You will accept three. My legs are antsy moving side to side out of anxiety. My dick is warm, blood filled, and ready for take off. I’m going crazy. I don’t know what to do. I’m trapped in this prison and my head is in the clouds. I need to make a move. I open my eyes to locate her. I want her to feel what I feel. Actually I want to make her feel better. I find her but she does not see me. I stare with a painful hunger for passion, satisfaction, and pleasure. My imagination penetrates her clothing creating goddess.