I leaned on her back; my hands moved from her hips to her breasts and begin to abuse them, my fingers squeezing them roughly. She feels my hot breath ...n her neck, my hairy chest abrading her back as I laid on her, but it was her breasts that are taking the punishment of my fingers and rough skin of my hands. I snarl as she feels me nip the soft flesh of her neck, as my hips and cock continue to slam into her as if I'm trying to drive my cock through her cervix and pierce her womb with my cock.. After a while the boy came into the living room where his father was talking with some friends. “Say, Pop” said the boy. “Yes”replied his father. “The bull just fucked the brown cow”.There was a sudden lull in the conversation. The father said “Excuse me?” and took his son outside.“Son, you mustn’t use language like that in front of company. You should say ‘the bull SURPRISED the brown cow’. Now go and watch and tell me when the bull ‘SURPRISES’ the white cow”.The father went back inside the. He was old to her, around 50. He had offered his face for her own personal use, nothing expected in return he had said. He just wanted to go down on a young girl, maybe a memory trip for him, it had probably been thirty years or more since he saw such a body!No she thought, I couldnt, a complete stranger?She carried on watching as the girl approached her first orgasm, her friend had her lips spread wide and was flicking at her clit and teasing her hole with a finger. Arrrgh she thought, I WANT. I could tell she was a little pissed about that but she didn't say anything.When the guy she was talking to went out to play third base I leaned forward and asked her if she was with someone on one of the teams. She pointed to the guy at third base and said that he was her husband. I waited a few minutes before I spoke to her again."Did a lot of the wives from her husband's team come for the tournament?" I asked."No. I am the only one that came," She said."It's good that he brought you. Most of.