You have done quite well. I shall reward you now, by taking your sweet pussy for myself."You feel My hands on your back now, pushing you down further,...choking you even more, and as you bend over, I slide my cock inside your pussy, warm and wet from the torture and pleasure and pain. Our angles line up just right now, and it's easy to slowly move in and out of you. I reach forward, and grab your hair with one hand, pulling you almost standing, and then you feel yourself pushed against the brick. "Is that you?"Skippy was shorter and broader than her husband, and younger and dumpier, and he had no beard. But he was wearing a red plaid shirt and jeans.He took a few steps toward her. "No, Mrs. Keaton, it's me, Skippy. See?" Steven? What are you doing here?" No, he's gone camping..." That's right, you went camping. Where are the kids?" I told you, camping." Skippy sat down beside her on the couch, bobbing his head in an attempt to keep it within her shaky line of sight."Oh, they're still. She was having trouble processing that she wasn’t in trouble. She looked at me and said “What?...”I just giggled as I leaned closer to her, put my hand on one of those sexy thighs and gave it a little squeeze and said “Haley, it’s okay, I didn’t mind.”She just stared at me with her mouth open.I said “…actually it made it so much hotter knowing you were watching the whole time”“You knew the whole time?” she asked.“Oh yeah” I answered. “I saw the door crack open in the mirror.”Then I added “You. My body was held tightly against his, my breasts pushed against his chest while his hands encircled my back. I looked up at him with wide eyes, completely embarrassed and I knew not what to say. I could feel my face turn a bright shade of red, as I lowered my head to stare at his throat, which was covered in stubble. I bit my lip before looking up into those captivating eyes again. ‘I-I am so sorry, please, excuse me, I am so very clumsy.’ I said, as I tried to push my self out of his arms,.