" What do you mean little enough?" I asked as she stood up and placed meon her hip."Diapered and in your nursery," she told me.I had kind of wondered ...hy she still hadn?t shown me the backyard inall this time. There was a backdoor with a window high on it that had acurtain keeping light out from the glass. She opened it for the firsttime for me. On the other side I could see she had a huge backyard.The first thing I noticed was the huge concrete wall that encircled thelarge back yard. It was at. The sight of people so nearby seemed to spark a surge of lust through us with the excitement of our secret fuck. I could feel my balls tightening again, and I pounded my hips hard against Carolyn's ass, driving my rigid, thick shaft harder and faster into her sopping pussy. She was biting her lower lip to suppress the sounds of her moaning, and pushed herself back harder into me as she struggled to brace herself against my thrusts with one hand while keeping massaging her fingers over her clit. This goes on for a while until i feel him rock hard and tell him to stop. His hard dick is pressing hardly against my wet throbbing snatch. "Pass me my shirt", i say. "What shirt", he asks still pressing against my crotch. "Lift my shirt and settle it against the bed. Might cushion my head", i say trying not to giggle. "Okay", i feel his hands slowly lifting my tight shirt. It gets stuck beneath my boobs as i stretch mt boobs with all the breath i can take. "Put some pressure, cmmon " , i. "Fucking Rangers," he said a little too loudly into my ear.I hadn't really taken a look when he came in, so now I finally looked over and took stock of him. He was taller then me, probably 6-1, and it was clear from the first glance that he worked out. He didn't bulge through the Thomas Pink shirt in some grotesque fashion like those Creatine-heads who lift every day, but his biceps tugged nicely at the seams and the thin cut showed off his broad shoulders and apparently fat-less stomach. His.