I lowered my chest down onto the couch, forcing my butt up into the air, changing the angle of penetration for his dick. His cock head was saying hell... to my prostate, plunging in to give my gland a kiss, then pulling out, then plunging in again to plant a little kiss, then pulling out, over and over and over and over.He started talking dirty to me, saying things like, Yeah, you like that cock don't cha? Yeah, take that big dick up yur ass! Yur a fucking whore ain't cha? Yeah, that's it, yell. No, it was painted on a coil of birchbarkstretched on a wooden frame ... showed her precious river, meanderingaround a curve. It was a point on the river she recognized, not too farfrom Jerome's resting place. Then she looked closer at the painting. Inthe distance, she saw many people standing on the banks of the river,and even though they were only a half-inch tall on the painting, shecould recognize faces.River gasped. She had followed the sightlines of the people on the bank,and saw they. Routine was good for him. Getting up at the same time every day, getting ready the same way, stopping at the same little store everyday, were all little ways of keeping new situations to a minimum. Meeting new people and getting into new situations was very uncomfortable for him. The only place that he could deal with new rapidly changing situations was work. Jonathan was a Med Runner driver. Mandy Connor was his Tech. His main job was to get them safely to the patients and deliver them safely. Each time I pulled back, some of our cum would ooze out on the table. Her arse was getting wet and messy. I could feel her beginning to move her arse with small jerks while her breath was very irregular. Then she started moaning and grunting as I speeded up my plunges. Her body began jerking and I thought she was choking the way she was gasping for air.I asked her, “Are you alright Mum?”. She didn’t answer as her body was still jerking. With my cock buried deep in her hairy pussy, I started.