She twitched in agony, her breathing ragged, raspy. Having surrendered herself, Jeanne lay limp, totally filled with Barocca's huge, throbbing cock. ...Her eyes rolled, focused on her belly. It was a nightmare.Barocca jammed her prick hard into Jeanne's body. With Jeanne limp and no longer fighting, the juices began to ooze from her tight, dry cunt walls. They greased Barocca's prick in waves of warm cream. Barocca jerked harder, her slippery prick reaching new depths.Suddenly, Jeanne's eyes. Smiling at the embarrassment evident in my blushing cheeks, “I didn’t want to disturb you” he added as he walked closer.I knelt there in humiliation and panic, my bum filled with the toy pointing straight at him, my mouth open in shock, trying to think what to do, trying just to think, or even move. The sight of his huge hard on added to my confusion, with lust and shame tumbling over each other in my mind. Fortunately, I didn’t have to do anything. He knelt on the bed behind me, put his hands. She was a complete technophobe and was sometimes confused by the remote control for her TV. Computers and the internet were a total mystery to her. After some 20 minutes I heard her coming back down the stairs. She was dressed in her “Sunday best” – literally. It was her “going to church” outfit – a mid-calf skirt in dark blue, a pale green blouse and another of her bloody cardigans - this one also in a light green with four buttons down the front and a ribbed pattern across the shoulders and. He was now kissing me sensually to his content. While doing so, his chest rubbed on my boobs, and his dick rubbed over my pussy. He kissed me continuously for more than 10 minutes.When he stopped kissing, I was breathless and gasping for air. I thought that just by foreplay, he got me so wet and wild, when and how he fucks me, then what will happen. He, too, just lay next to me and enjoyed the moment.While lying beside me, he started rubbing his hands over my boobs and thighs. He was now ready.