I want to…” “I want to fuck you,” I breathed into his ear, gasping out the last word with emphasis. It was like I was mad at him, like I want...d to hurt him with my sex. I had him pinned against the wall, and now, instead of him fucking me, I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to take advantage of him and force myself on him the way he had done it to me that afternoon. I rocked against him, rubbing my pussy back and forth over the length of his cock. “But what about Charlie?” Tom said suddenly. What. Lord Thompson moved closer towards Ann smirking slightly, “will that make you lonely?” Ann replied “yes sir” Lord Thompson replied “ so you will know how I feel, my wife never acknowledges me anymore, and I walk this old house alone with no company” Ann felt unsure of what to say, but it was clear he was looking for a response, she slowly muttered “ “I’m sorry sir” Lord Thompson smirked again and placed his hands on Ann’s side she hesitated trying to step backwards but the counter was in her. Now, I understood why numerous teens and young adults embraced the counter culture in the 60's. Everything was simple and fun. No drama with anyone. No need to make profit or compete. You can have everything you want from food, to water, to friends, to having fun, you name it. When it was starting to get darker I notice my feet hurt. Since I was wearing sandals I wasn't used to walking all day with shoes that are not the best to walk in for hours. Sitting down by my tent and commenting how sore. When I knocked on the door, my mates wife answered and explained that he was out with their k**s and would be back soon, but it was fine for me to come on in and wait. She had on a very low cut, tight t-shirt, despite the chill in the air. It was so tight, I could see the lacy pattern of her bra through the material and her hard nipples poking through as she must have been pretty cold being dressed like that.We chatted for a little while, asking the usual questions, giving the usual answers,.