He also felt the weight of Joanne pushing down on his shoulders. Peter could sense that she was breathing heavily and tried to focus on something to t...y and help him ignore the pain which was slowly spreading in his buttocks from that first stroke.As Peter decided that he would stare at Joanne’s black shoes that were directly below him as he looked down to the floor, the second stroke came whistling through the air, landing a second later within millimetres of where the first stroke had. What they did know was that they wound up with intense and insatiable longings for each other. So close, they couldn't see how alike they were yet realizing their differences without understanding them. It would be a small thing for them to be on the same page, if they could ever allow themselves to see each other for who they were.With each mile she put between them that night, she missed him more, becoming acutely aware of the distance, knowing he felt the same way. The evening had started. I was waiting for her to make the first move. But it didn’t happen. She was too shy. But I was determined to fuck her big fat ass today as I found out that she was masturbating to me. So I thought I’d go first and give her some hints.She had gone to her bedroom to take her phone and she was bending over and I purposely thrusted (or bumped) my dick onto her ass. Hell, her ass looked so big and fine when she bent over the bed to get her phone. I quickly apologized and she said “it-it’s fine”. I. I told her so but said it was different with him, maybe because of his religion. She wrote back that she didnt care. She wanted an American man to come over and lay her right. I told her I was a beer drinking, truck driving, American boy from way back. She said I was silly and there it began. She wrote back that her daughter would be going with her father on the weekend and she wanted me. She wanted me to fill her lonely days with warmth and her steamy cunt with hot cum. I couldnt refuse, could.