"She was so hot. Do you remember when she fainted?" Ummmm," she answered, eyes closed; her hand -- now visible to me, her movements having parted the ...obe completely exposing her thighs -- fully immersed inside her panties pistoning in and out at a faster pace. She was obviously reliving some moments of last night."Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God yes!" She panted. Her nostrils were flared -- her chest was now heaving. The odor of her sex was filling the air. Helen's fingers were loudly squishing in her. Despite her mother's assertion that I wasn't looking her way, Samantha was holding her hands over her breasts. The eighth grader lowered one of her hands to scratch her elbow giving me a brief view of a lovely bare breast.I looked away when I groaned, and it was hard to resist the urge to look Samantha's way and start drooling over her bare chest. "Hit your free throws!" I yelled at the screen, when I saw the players lined up around the lane. To be honest, I had no idea if my team was actually. I aim and strive to be cold-blooded and remorseless and unfeeling with my facial mien and countenance, but he ploughs on being gentle and lenient and unselfish with me, up till I have no any other alternative than to succumb and give way to him. Oh darn yeah!That was two years rearwards or backwards in reverse. Now I am wedded and hitched to this very selfsame flirt of a man that I quailed and shied away from just at his approach and advancement towards me. He is taking a nap. Soundlessly and. Mmmm. Time to get this started now.Getting off her, letting her kick a little but she is too winded for much of that.Walking around so she can finally see him. She snarls, 'You motherfucking bastard'! 'Let me up'!Grinning at her. Loving how she fights the ties on her hands.'Those are pretty strong'. 'Why don't you just relax and let me tell you how this is going to be'?'Fuck you cocksucker'! Fighting and thrashing again. Yelling for help too.When she is out of breath again, 'Having fun cunt'?.