Even with all this, Attia and her mother continued with their practice of swordplay. Penelope, nearing fifty, had slowed down a step or two giving Att...a the advantage of her quickness. Instead of using the wooden weapon to slash her mother's side, she slapped her on the ass with the flat of the wooden blade. It stung and Penelope became angry but she recalled doing that to her daughter back in Spain when Attia was a young teen. It seemed amusing then but not now that she was on the receiving. She slid and squirmed on the towel and reluctantly had to release her grasp of the man's balls.With her bum raised up high the man's fuckstrokes juddered into Janet. His hard cock sawed over the reddened lower rim of her cunt. At each the end of hard thrust Janet felt his hairy ballbag smack over her clithood and smooth mons. He was shagging her relentlessly, timing his hip-thrusts to his yanking back of her body. Janet managed to shifted her position and now cradled her head on her folded. She knew the answer. Me. Often it was evident that as some reward or sign of affection, she'd honor my fetish. She'd suddenly sit in my lap, squirm for a moment, and then run away, laughing. Once, when running from the bathroom wearing only her bra and panties, she met me (ever watchful) in the hall. Before disappearing into her room, she suddenly pointed her back side at me and bent way over. Her already brief panties almost disappeared in the cleft of her ass, and outlining the pooching bulge. I knew he was about to say he loved me, which I didn’t want and couldn’t deal with now. “Stop” I interrupted him. There wasn’t much we could do, I ended up sleeping in his arms right there on the couch. …John: Holly would be home in a week. When she returns, I plan on completely blowing her away. I love her, and we have been apart for the longest time since we have met. This is the last day I would have any sex until she comes back. I had met Elizabeth three times this week. I have given her.