Karen worked out a lot, she was athletic and focused, she was ultra competitive and could be quite feisty, unfortunately, whilst I frequently amused m...self and seemingly Jack, she could and often did flip out when we where together, typically around the time I had pushed her buttons once too often, invariable as she bent down or leant forward as she cleared up after the two of us.I was fond of Karen, she was fun, but at the same time, I also found her to be somewhat cold, self righteous and. .. Ungghh." No sooner had I let those sounds escape my mouth, he stopped pushing. My hands were now grabbing hold of his forearms as I held on for dear life. "Shhh...Tell me when it stops." At first, I didn't know what he was talking about, but then I could feel it. The pain was leaving, and an ache was replacing it.I nodded, then whispered, "ok." Then he pushed again. A moment passed, and again, I whispered, "ok." We repeated the process over and over. Then finally, his cock was buried deep. It didn't work out that way.What with one thing and another he was late getting on the road, and a night stop would have gotten him down to the coast around dark. If nothing else, he wanted to hit the place fairly early in the morning so he could have some light while he was looking for a place to help out. He wasn't in all that big a hurry to get to the Gulf Coast, and for that matter wasn't really clear on where he was going. This trip would take him into a part of the country where he'd. And she didn’t really mind. She wanted to be at that crest. She didn’t demand nor beg for release. And when finally she said, “Please,” I moved over her and guided myself inside that incredible tightness, my fingers left to continue my careful play of her rigid clit. Something about her excited me. Her complexity. Her playfulness. Even her bitterness. Of course she was supermodel gorgeous, and she did have that incredibly tight cunt.A few strokes later, hard and carving, I came with her. I.