Without turning I ask sarcastically, ‘Do you actually want something or are you just propping up the wall?’You take another swig of your beer and ...lip the empty can into the washing up water in front of me. In an instant I grab it, throwing it back hard and watch as the dirty water splatters all over your clean white shirt. I don’t even see you move but the next thing I know you have my throat pinned against the cupboard door, squeezing. My feet are on tip toes and I try and try and prize your. Maybe it was her brother or father or husband. Besides, Barbara wasn't struggling.Actually, she was stunned. It didn't really register with her until the man was pushing her into the back seat of the car. He placed his big hand between her naked shoulder blades and gave her a shove.Barbara cried out breathlessly and landed right on her tits across the rear seat. The man jumped into the car with her and slammed the door. The car moved right away, speeding up.Barbara whirled around, quickly. He reached around and under her to grab one ass cheek in each hand, pulling her to him and spreading her asscheeks to each side as he buried his loins even deeper between her thighs. They humped furiously together, driving each other in a rising crescendo towards their release. All pretense at teasing or control was dropped in the urgency of their coupling. Hal sought her neck with his mouth, sucking and licking, as he inhaled the heady odor of her sweat mingled with her delicious scent. It. I would sit on top of him and fuck him real good. Sometimes his head would bang against the headboard, he didn’t seem to mind at times. He was too involved with me riding him that hard. “Daddy, you like what I do to you? You like me fucking you like this? Tell me Daddy, tell me how much you like my pussy.” Bob would chuckle and smile big and tell me what I wanted to hear. “You got some good pussy and I love it. You are still so tight. Daddy loves it when you fuck him and ride him like.