Instead, I hear her pleading begging Lustfully calling out to who or whatever is lavishly ravaging her savagely. I closed the door very quietly. Not m...king single squeak or sound as I walked toward the sexual riot of verbally cursing at the person who is not supposed even in my houses residency, curious I felt like furiously snapping, I could hear balls slapping, as Im got look closer to whom and where the hardcore screaming employed whore may be, casually I strolled down my house large. We found a parking area that had about four cars in it and decided it must be one of the local beauty spots, a few New Forest ponies roamed nearby and a path led of the car park so we followed it taking the picnic basket and travel rug.We walked the path for about ten minutes before coming on a quiet stream with copses of trees we hadn't seen anyone else around though we had the idea people were close by. We laid out the rug and opened the picnic basket, surprisingly it was quite substantial. Nothing. He promises to come back to reality, get his head screwed on straight again, suck it up. He does ok for a while but then the numbness starts to wear him down and he lets himself drift. This week is particularly crappy – it’s his birthday. At this time last year he could be with her everyday. If not in person, over Skype. If not over Skype, then in notes and recordings he made to know she was smiling because of him. If not in writing, then he could remember her smell and taste and hear. He pushed first one then two fingers up into her dripping pussy. She widened her stance. Frank licked his fingers and quickly reinserted them into her and repeated the act of tasting her three then four times before he leaned forward to whisper into her ear while she was sucking Andrew’s cock that he wanted to “free her tits. “ Sally, growing increasingly euphoric, straightened and continued to work Andrew with her hands while Frank reached his arms around her, undid the buttons on her blouse.