“But,” I added as a reminder, “no fucking.”Carl just gawped while the blond toed at the heels of his trainers.“What’s up, Carl?” I tease..., chin jutting towards his friend. “Shy?” Then I chuckled when I saw the blond’s fingers at the button on his jeans. “’Cause he’s in a hurry; he isn’t shy.” Then I gave a little yelp of delight when I saw the hard length of Carl’s friend waggle into view. “Oh my,” I sighed. “You were right, Carl, he is a big boy.”I squirmed a little and stared at that boy’s. I started to get closer to shooting my load, my pace picked up and so did her breathing, I could tell she was reaching her climax, I started getting deeper and faster, pumping my cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy, she was grinding her pussy down hard on my cock, I whispered in her ear that I was ready to cum, she said she wants it inside her but I told her I didn't have a condom on, she said that she didn't care and that she wanted my hot cum shot deep inside her.I slid one arm. "Fuck off!" snapped Lorraine."Sorry about that, she is in a bit of a mood," offered Alan by way of explanation."She needs a good hiding," said the woman shocking both Alan and Lorraine. "And if you can't control her, then so do you," added Miss Lancer.The married couple were stunned but Lorraine found herself getting out of the car and they followed the big arsed woman in the leather trousers to the cottage door.Beryl Lancer gave them a tour of the quite impressive interior and then again. His wife was really coming into her own, now in her late thirties, he thought.This must be what the counseling books referred to as a woman’s sexual prime, if so, he was glad she’s arrived.Hoot and his Dad pulled up at Old Man Michaels farm house a little after 7:00 in the morning and saw him out by the pig pen slopping his hogs.“Howdy Rev. McCoy and howdy to you too, Hoot. What brings you two all the way out here so early? I hope there’s not bad news of any kind.”“No, Mr. Michaels, we’re here.