But that doesn't mean it goes unused," I heard him say, as his hand reached down between her legs. He walked her backwards towards the table until she...bumped into it. I could see her opening her legs as she stood there leaning against the table, groaning as Mister James drilled her hot wet hole with his fingers. I know that's what he was doing because I heard him say:"Oh yes! Finger fuck the young teeny girl!" Every once in a while, I had a kind of paranoid feeling that Mister James was. He was power fucking my wife and showed no signs of letting up.Several times Anita tried to lower her head or look away from me. But every time that old bastard grabbed her by the hair and pull it so her face looked directly into mine. Her face was twisted in either pain or pleasure. I could not tell. Her eyes were mostly closed and she was biting her lower lip as she was being fucked.I wanted to look away, but could not stop looking at the scene before me. This huge immense man was having his. I rocked faster back and forth on her, and as pressure and frustrationhad built when she ate me out, this pressure was more intense and thefrustration greater. I started lifting off her and pushing back down. Ilet the pace quicken and as I did I noticed that every time I got herall the way inside me, for a quick second there was a shot of pleasureand total relief from that frustration, but every time it went away, itcame surging back. The pressure built and built, but I felt it coming toa head.. Josh found himself suddenly exhausted. The lateness of the hour, the adrenaline and concentration had had their toll on his small body. But he held his mum by her nearly bare hips as she held him tightly and he stood between her legs, knowing the barrier was down – if there had been one, and now his mum was his. She also knew he was hers; although he always had been. Beth felt a physical sensation she could only describe as a mid orgasm, and she knew her son could feel it wash over her too..