I held her hands in place and I muffled her screams and I pounded her mercilessly. I could hear her say no through my hand which only made me want her...even more. The more she fought the more I would thrust into her. I was so hard by then and she was so wet that it felt like heaven at that moment. She was so tight I could not help myself. I started to kiss her everywhere my lips would land, I ripped off her shirt buttons and all, I ripped off her bra clear off. I roughly put her shirt as a blind. By this time he had stuffed it back in his trackies and turned round to face me. I could se he was still hard though - there was a big tent in his trackies. He was young, maybe 19, with short black hair,and was wearing black Adidas trackies and a Man U shirt which was still pulled up slightly, revealing a tight smooth stomach. You've got quite a stiffy there yourself, he said and pointed to the front of my shorts. I got the feeling this lad was up for it, and I started rubbing my cock through. Soon he reached out with one hand and grabbed her hair, pulling on it as he slammed his cock in her relentlessly tearing her married cunt apart. He was pounding her hole like a jackhammer through concrete, was a hard-raw fucking.As he slammed himself inside her, she began to grind her hips back onto his cock, taking him as deep as possible inside her, as she screamed and writhed in pleasure, ecstasy and joy. ”Fuck me, fuck me, please! I love it lovvvvvvvvvv…” she began to cum mid sentence her. I can see it in both of you. When you two look at each other I see sparks and I wish you the very best of luck. It isn’t going to be easy, but I’ll be on your side.” I touched my beer bottle to his and said, “Thanks very much for that. You and your lovely wife have been very gracious to have us here. I don’t think you know how much we needed this time away from home and work.” He reached over and patted my shoulder and said, “You two are welcome here any time. And I do mean any time. Heck, even.