She was wearing a cream colored blouse, a brown short skirt, and cream high heels. The look of surprise on the two women’s faces mirrored each other... The tall woman asked, “Is this the home of John Carter?”Betsy recovered her manners and said, “Yes. Come in.”The woman nervously entered the house. Betsy closed the door behind her. She looked around the blond and looked at John. John shrugged his shoulders. He walked over to the blond woman. Extending his hand, he said, “I’m John Carter.”The. "No! Stop!" I screamed, to no avail. I tried to fend him off, But he was much too strong.Wait. If I'm gonna be truly honest here, I have to say that I didn't struggle as much as I could have, because my young cunt was aching to see what this tall, blond, Nordic male had in his pants.But hey, a nice Jewish girl has to keep up appearances, so I continued to scream in protest of what he was doing, all the while creaming my pants, waiting for him to do it!In a matter of minutes I was totally nude,. "Talk dirty!" I insisted."Um, uh, I don't know how," she said.That pissed me off! I had spent half an hour fondling her, taking her nipples one by one between my teeth, pulling my head back slowly, scr****g her erect milkmaids, making her gasp with pleasure, while also using my fingers and thumb to stimulate her soaking-wet cunt and her hot, needy clit. I then mounted her, ramming my erecttion deep into her slit, pausing only briefly after each of her orgasms before resuming the sledgehammer. He was having fun.Elaine returned to the present with a rush. "I..." Just relax. Take a few deep, head-clearing breaths."Elaine did. She started to feel better just as the waitress returned. "Will there be anything else, Sir? Miss?" Elaine shook her head, her eyes flicking to Gary's momentarily."Everything is fine," he said. "Thank you." I'll be back to check on you soon." With that the waitress disappeared again.Elaine leaned forward, adding sugar to her coffee and stirring it. She glanced at.