”I was starting to get some movement back when I couldn’t breathe anymore. I was gasping for air and frantically grasping at my Dad.“Shoot. We�...ve got to get this thing off of her now!” Dad shouted.Mom and Dad started taking my shirts off and I could hear some noises in the background. Then I could feel someone pressing spots on my body. The pressure on my chest started to lift but it was still difficult to breathe. When they started to remove the top half of my suit I was faintly aware of the. "It’s different.....I love it!!!... Now Fuck me... Fuck me." I said. His speed increased with each word, his cock pistoning in and out of my pussy like a pile driver. I was sure someone would hear the slapping of our bodies as his cock drove deeper and deeper into my body. I spoke in a horse voice, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming... I'm cumming... Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me!" A searing heat moved from my pussy all the way through my body. Bill grunted and drove hard, and again he stopped, pulled out,. Yes, Miss,” he told her. “First drawer to the right of the cooker.” His heart began to pound now. Moments later she returned and began to delve into her handbag. He was intrigued when she took out a small brown paper bag. His nostrils began to pick up the smell of something spicy. Suddenly she delved inside with her hand and pulled out a large root of ginger. “Ginger, Miss?” he asked her. “Who gave you permission to speak?” she snapped. “Yes, it is ginger.” He had used it in cooking before. That’s what made her agree to marry him, having spent too much of her childhood trailing around with a rather irresponsible single mom and two other siblings whose fathers, like hers, couldn’t even be guessed at. Security was paramount, even if it meant sacrificing other fulfillments. She’d faked virginity on their wedding night after having enough premarital experience to know what good sex was.As usual, she instigated the encounter by coming to bed unclothed. He had his boxers on, so she.