Her hands were holding me tightly.Her legs were holding my hip sothat I can’t go anywhere and my whole length penis should give her more painand ple...sure. We both were in full sweat and the smell was very sweet for her.She was madly kissing me and then suddenly she opened her hand and begin to rubon my back, I felt really to burning, I screamed, she told me that scratched myback with her nails while fucking. I did not felt bad because it alreadyhappened with me a lot of times.I told her to be. .Apparently I wasn't the only one who thought that, but for slightly different reasons. When I turned into the woods to piss, I walked straight into a 40-something woman sitting there with her skirt around her waist, fingers deep in her pussy. She'd heard me walk up, but she knew it was impossible to hide, so she decided to roll with it. When I walked up, she was spread eagle, hairy cunt exposed, two fingers deep inside, stroking her clit. She looked at me and grinned. "What's the matter,. When she had finally reached her destination, she slammed the door shut behind her and leaned on it, breathing deeply and trying to calm her temper. She made a mistake; the outburst would only make matters worse for her in the town now.Her thoughts were interrupted by a rapping on her door.She practically jumped away from it and stared. In the two years since her parents’ deaths, only three people had ever knocked on her door, and two of them had done so by mistake, thinking they were at the. “Write your name with it on the sidewalk,” she pointed to the ground.I tried to write MATT but only made it partially to the A before splattering a little on her.“Do you want to see me pee?” she asked.I wanted to fuck her.“Sure,” I said as I jiggled my leg as if that would make it dry faster.Stacy pulled her thong down to her ankles and squatted down. She did it quickly, and with just enough light that I couldn’t see much and then, she giggled while a stream of piss pooled at her feet.All in.