Pushing her up against the fridge I could feel myself getting hard so I pressed it up on her so she knew where I wanted this to go. Suddenly I heard a...thud and I pulled back and quickly adjusted my boner, it was her son jumping down the stairs. “Phew that was close,” she said giggling. Sarah hands me my cup of tea and points to go outside in the sun. “How what you think?” running her hands down her body to show off the outfit she had on. Now the best way to explain this would be to picture. And with a growl and a final furious minute of complete bruising thrusts he had come. She was a shivering mass on the desk, big-ass ass up in the air, still in her top, skirt around her ankles with the curled-up loop of thong. One stiletto on, one somehow ten feet away. Panting in a way she had thought only dogs did.Whatever she had pictured, whatever anyone had pictured as a first time—this wasn’t it. But after all, that had been the point. She’d won.He stood there and watched her as he slid. He slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As Tom walked toward the bathroom, he wondered if Alison might have had a change of heart about what they’d done, but he pushed the thought out of his mind. The worst that could happen would be she’d tell him to go away. If she did, Tom wouldn’t be too upset. He walked into the bathroom and saw the usual compliment of feminine accouterments laying on the counter next to the sink. It reminded him of what Melissa did in bathrooms when they traveled. Anne had always liked him to enter her this way. Robert had always liked the tightness of her muscles and the feeling he got when he reached her depths. Despite having just come Robert was nearing boiling point again as Anne moaned and thrashed about as he more rapidly drove his engorged cock deeper into her pussy. She abruptly reached a climax and signalled that by pushing back so hard that it drove Robert over the edge as he blasted his come deep into his wife’s womb. Unbeknown to.