So keep an eye on the skies.”“Thanks Mrs. Nellie,” I replied.“Samantha,” I started to say, watching her dare to breath at the off chance Mrs... Nellie may have peered at the two of us; of course I knew this was impossible due to the height of the fence. But the look on Samantha’s face when we could have been caught was priceless – one of ‘oh heck what do we do now…’ looks.“What do we need to work upon?” I asked her, getting back to her earlier comment.She kissed me on the forehead, then on my. We were transmitting feelings to each other and we were being gratified on a higher and much different level.As I moved in and out of her I savored every second, every squeeze and every inner fold of her vagina. I was deep inside her with the bottom of each stroke, I was deep in her already pregnant belly, wishing I was the one who knocked her up.The thought of being inside her married pregnant pussy felt so good, not only did we need each other and want each other, we had other feelings now. "Ya, take this dick bitch. Come on take this dick!"I clenched my ass around his cock, struggling with all my might to hold him in my ass. It didn't work and it only exited him as he told me to tighten up more so he could feel me around him. The wet sound of his balls slapping against my ass, covered in lube and anal juice was so loud in the room and was only challenged by Glen's spanking as he said, "Look at him take that dick. Mmmm ya."Kurt began to slow his pace, "Fuck. If I don't stop I'm. I have scars everyone can see.’ ‘Can’t you understand? I don’t care,’ Catherine pulled him close. ‘I do. You are the most beautiful woman I ever have laid eyes on. You deserve more than someone like me.’ With that, he pushed her away. ‘Charles, sometimes all scars are not visible,’ she said with resignation. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Oh Charles. I treated love as a game, a silly juvenile game. I wanted you and your brother to fight over me, to build my ego. Instead I married a man I did not love. I.