We sat down on the front lawn and relaxed with Sarah climbing all over me. We knew that we would be waiting for a while, but the wait was going to be ...orth it.We finally were allowed to leave around 2pm. This actually worked out fine since Jim and Cynthia were also done with the things they needed to do and were ready to leave. Since Sarah and a car seat would have made the trip home quite packed, Jenny volunteered to ride with her father. I was a little bummed, but Sarah made certain that I. She stepped into apair of black high-heeled court shoes, what the Americans pumps, andpulled on the suit jacket. It too was tight so she left it unbuttoned.She checked herself out in the mirror and made a few adjustments, sheturned side-on and straightened the seams of her stockings and then shewalked over to the dresser and clipped on earings, slipped rings on herfingers and bracelets on her wrists and a nice silver necklace aroundher neck. She sprayed herself liberally with Poison and then. “Do ... it ... hard!” she gasped.I pulled back and shoved forward firmly.“Unghh!”I did it again, and she groaned. I made a third hard stroke and Shelly’s body began shuddering. I thrust as fast and hard as I could into her tight rear tunnel and after a dozen or so strokes, pushed deep and came, groaning loudly. Shelly moaned as my cum spurted into her butt and she rubbed herself faster, groaning with what was her tenth or eleventh orgasm. My dick was softening, so I pulled out of her and lay on. Wild and explicit, seemingly knowing no boundaries, he had awoken a desire that has been repressed and locked away for seemingly so long.He had found the key. Your key.You craved every moment as he took, and you willingly gave. All the time wanting more and more, his need for you boarded on the animalistic. You had done things that you would have not dared imagine. For him you'd do anything. You craved his desire like an illicit drug, consumed by a ravenous hunger that you had never felt.