„I see,“ said Quentin. He found his heart was beating rather fast, his throat a little dry. If I want to, I can fuck this girl, he was saying to h...mself. And he did want to! Who wouldn't?The breasts, thrusting all the more on account of the raising arms, were truly magnificent. Large but not over-large... firm, high and proud, light brown nipples, Quentin noted, too, the swell of Melissa's flanks. I'd like to be able to see her bottom, he thought. Well, doubtless that wish would not be too long. I pushed the head of my manhood up to her vagina and gently worked it back and forth over her clit and then the folds of her vagina.“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Put it in me and fuck me!”I pushed my manhood into her vagina. Even though she was wet, it was a tight fit. She grimaced as I pushed my pelvis against hers. She closed her eyes and then opened them wide as my pelvis crashed into hers. She gabbed at my wrist that was holding on to her leg and pleaded,“Harder! Harder, HARDER!”She trembled as. I pulled her in close and kissed her.“You could change your mind.”“No, I can’t and you know that. This is for both of us and our marriage.”“Yeah, I know. Enjoy yourself.”“I will.”She turned and walked to the car. I caught sight of Sue who was smiling like a Cheshire cat. I wondered if Sue was doing this to somehow hurt me or was she doing this to control Ronnie. I knew that she was a domineering woman who took pleasure in being a little nasty at times. With that thought, I turned and walked. "What are you doing here?" I blurted out. " Oh, I came by to check on the dogs. Didn't expect to see you here. Or at least I didn't expect to see that much of you." He smiled that crooked grin that I knew meant he had enjoyed what he had seen. I wasn't so sure about his reaction. I had put on about 30 pounds since the last time he saw me naked and I was feeling pretty self conscious about how fat my ass had become. I figured he was being sarcastic.Trying to sound casual, I responded "Well, I.