She knew she’d have to slow him down if only for his own sake, no man she’d known could fuck at this pace.“Bert…this is to much…you must slo... you’re speed, your taking my breath away!”“Never you mind none missy! He’ll blow soon, I’m confident of that!”“Bert…slowdown; you’ll kill yourself at this rate!”“But what a way to go missy!” Bert never faulted, but fucked her even harder, he was like a man with no limits.Belinda sensed him withdraw on each backward motion; her pussy felt the cool air of. Like a lot of secretaries, he was also wearing sneakers and socks overthe hose today. He'd been good in track - the shoes would at least givehim a chance. If it was a beating someone had in mind. Practically panting with fear, he walked up to the truck slowly.He still couldn't see anyone inside. Was someone off in the treestaking more pictures? He looked around, but couldn't see anything thatlooked like a person, or a camera lens. At the truck. No one in sight, anywhere. He. So I am cooking, going in and out of the house to prepare dinner and she comes inside a couple times, talking to me once for about ten minutes, asking me if I liked her performance at the camp ground. At this point my cock is straining against my pants and just I realize she might notice, I can see she already has.She giggles and heads to the fridge right next to me and grabs a beer, and while she is bent over I reach over and grabbed a handful! She stands up, turns around, pecks my cheek and. “Hey Mark!” Beth yelled. “Catch me if you can,” she said, standing by the barn entrance. Cupping her tits, she lifted and offered them to him before turning and dashing into the barn. Mark jumped out of the car and ran into the barn only to realize she was not there. Catching a little movement out of the corner of his eye, he quietly moved to a pile of hay. Reaching in, he felt a leg which he grabbed and pulled Beth out of the hay. Laughing he joined her there and pinned her down face up.