I'd hate to be mixed up with you in a neighbourhood dispute. Any sort of dispute, for that matter!" Dead right!" she replied. "I don't like people mes...ing with me. Now, 'ave you sorted out you an' me 'avin' sex?" Yes, Sharon! I have. You're on." Great! Right then, Mr H, I'll get on with the cleaning. You go and do your thing and I'll let you know when I'm finished." OK, Sharon!"Richard was appalled. It was like Sharon was looking on things as part of her job, an extension of her cleaning: a. He tried as hard as he could to pull back, but he couldn't move. His mind felt like it was helplessly scrabbling at a smooth wall as it franticly clawed, trying to escape. He knew that if that shadow touched him, something terrible would happen. He also knew that resistance was futile. There was no escape from the approaching doom.Just before the shadow touched him, Sean dropped to the ground. The snow had disappeared from under him, and there must have been a lot of snow. The drop was over. The sight of us there made her even more excited, since she liked to watch so much. There she could see all the details as first my stiff rod came sliding out of her cunt, slick and wet with her pussy juices, while his greasy pole slid up into my ass, then my cock would disappear into her while his came sliding back out. Since her hands were free, she decided to grab her breasts, squeezing and pinching them, lifting one towards her mouth to lick it, and occasionally offering one for me to lick.. Then, whenever he slammed his hips into me and pushed his cock deep up me, he would pull back on my hair, forcing my head to tilt back and making my head hurt as he said, "Is it still a happy birthday, whore? Say 'Happy Birthday to me', slut! Thank daddy for your present!"I choked out the words, saying, "H... Happy... uhn!... B... Birthday t... to m... me! Ahh! Th... thank you... uhn!... for m... my... ow!... my present, d... daddy!" as tears flowed from my eyes like little rivers. As if that.