He grabbed her hips and held her in place. Instead of pounding her pussy he ground his hips into her. His groin never lost contact with Holly's ass, s... it was that each forward stroke was an attempt to get his cock as deep into my wife's unprotected vagina as possible. He was no longer fucking this 'bitch' but instead was working toward his own forthcoming orgasm. Now she was nothing more than a receptacle; a white, mature baby maker. He laid his weight on top of her; sandwiching her between. Just make sure you tell her how to really satisfy you. Goodhead women are… well, very agreeable. We don’t say no to our men, especially in bed, because we’re real women. Not stupid feminists.’ Candi nodded, and Mrs. Goodhead got up to leave, her daughter’s hand firmly grasping my hard cock through my pants at the table. ‘Candi,’ she added as she closed the door, walking out. ‘Just remember what I’ve told you. Show him you’re wife material. Show him you know your womens’ work.’ The door slipped. Tonight the walls will go in; then tomorrow, the stalls and all the insulation. It should be ready the day after tomorrow.”“Very good Fred, thank you. We should have all the hay bailed today and we may have all the hay put into the cave by tomorrow evening. It may take a day longer due to the dampness of the hay. Now I figure the second rainy day should be when I leave. Can you contact Captain Snart for me please?”The next thing I knew Snart was saying, “Bob, you crazy human, what can I do for. Katarina clenched her teeth as it returned that focus to the delicate sensitivities between her legs. She had never been touched there, as far as she remembered, in all her 18 years. The rough explorations now occurring overwhelmed her senses. Yet seemed to do so, so casually... As if they'd mapped out this region of her nethers many times before. At some point something even slipped inside of her: an invading digit which made her bite her pillow with raw emotive surprise. She could feel her.