The pleasure spreading in both of our bodies was unreal and it was obvious with her louder and repeated demand of fucking harder in her ass.I continue... pumping, plowing her ass hole and pulling her hair. My hands were reaching down to squeeze, twist, tear her nipples, tits and her large engorged clitoris. With continuous drilling her ass, the bed was shaking and our moans were getting much louder. In an attempt to raise her hips higher once again, to my cock’s alignment; somehow I fell back on. As the plot began to unfold, I looked at him, seeing his eyes dancing with amusement. ‘OK, I get why you chose this one,’ I said. Tim smiled. ‘I don’t suppose it’s all that close to the truth.’ I shook my head. ‘Not really.’ We continued to watch, and I gasped as the main character was involved in an accident. ‘Is she OK?’ He didn’t speak, and I looked across to see tears running down his face. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘I’d forgotten the ending – I don’t think I’ve watched it since Sarah died.’ I. “You kept his card?” Betty asked.“I did. I didn’t want it to come to this, but if it did, I wanted someone who already expressed interest. I have no idea how to go about this whole idea,” Tom explained.Betty nodded, “Okay, give him a call.”Tom dialed the number on the card and realized as the phone was ringing, he had no idea what he would say. So, when the man answered, Tom simply blurted out, “I’m ready to sell Betty’s pussy!”The voice on the other end said, “Marvelous, I will text you an. "I want to come in here and smile, compliment you on your attire and your hard work! Instead I have to chastise you over small insignificant details repeatedly! Why can't we have a normal day without policy and regulations having to be recited?" he quipped. He knew this was not a normal situation for them, but in a moment of shame analytical thinking shuts down, and he knew her brain was dwelling over the embarrassment of the moment and picking up on the emotional cues of the conversation.