I allowed myself to think she was begging for more, though it was probably for mercy. I was now sliding in and out of her pussy with a ferocity I didn...��t know was possible. My hard and swollen cock bashing into her cervix with its length against her small frame. I briefly pulled out and she was immobilized, truly like prey. I raked my hands over her waist and torso, pushing up her shirt to reveal a lace white bra. I dragged that off her as well and was rewarded by beautiful perky, tits with pink. .Holiday The divorce is now six months ago. It still hurts, but I have decided that it is important for the k**s that life goes on. That is why I booked for two weeks at a campsite. No trip far away, the alimony that my ex wife pays is not generous enough for that, but with the beautiful summers we have had this should also be fine. Close to the campsite is a natural pool in a forest, and with the warm days that is where we spend most of our time. Fortunately, the c***dren, starting. When half its length had disappeared, Denise turned the control up a bit more. The low hum rose to a snarl, the instrument pulsing and growling in her hand.Denise pulled it slowly out, then back in. It slid more easily as Stephanie's moisture wet the ribbed shaft. Denise was warming to her task, and began to pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down.Denise's free hand wrapped itself around her left breast, squeezing herself, pulling at the nipples, stretching them, then. My mother-in-law coped admirably with the first baby but admitted she would have struggled with a two year old and a baby. Even Margaret found that an ordeal. Sometimes I would come home from work to find a tearful wife and fractious c***dren.But I loved her; she loved me; we both loved the c***dren. The yearly Valentine Card brightened Margaret’s low point in early February. We had lost a baby late in a January and the anniversary was sad for both of us. She knew she would get it and that I.