"What are you doing back here in my yard, Chrissy?", he queried."Nothing, Mr. Herrington," she stammered as the still burning cigarette fell from her ...imp hand. "Nothing... Why I see you've been out here smoking, and littering my back yard up with your damned little cigarette butts," he exploded, looking angrily into her brown eyes. She was so precious, her little face was tilted up towards him in fear, her eyes wide, her breath falling rapidly now. "Please don't tell my mother, oh god, please. Suddenly he stood up while keeping her pinned on his cock and threw her onto her back without ever withdrawing from inside her. She gasped and threw her legs wide open, as he stretched her red pussy lips with his thick dark black cock. She moaned and cried in pleasure underneath him and spread her legs still wider. He pumped steadily into my wife's stretched pussy, gathering a nice rhythm as she moaned and cried out for more. He fucked her like a common whore, digging his fingertip into Ana’s. I tried to press my tongue inside her, but she had a very tight maidenhead. But I still felt her thoughts, and focused on the clitty, where all her spikes of pleasure seemed to be coming from, and I absolutely enjoyed her taste. I laid her onto her back with my face still buried between her legs, until I feel curiosity rising within her mind. She rolls me back onto my knees, and there she goes, all on her own: she's taking me into her mouth. Voluntarily. Imaginatively. Her little eyes gleam. After thinking it over, she decided to just take them off altogether and hid them in her skirt pocket. She reached down and turned her Tuesday socks inside out and made sure the word "Tuesday" was not visible to anyone who happened to look at her feet.For the remainder of the day, she was extremely nervous about being found out as a silly cow for getting her days mixed up but fortunately there were no accidents and nobody looked at her feet or tried to look up her skirt. Of course, if they.