My hands slipped back down to her butt and all of my cock except for the head was extracted from her slit."You are a special kind of woman." My cock s...ammed right back into her pussy."Oh, fuck yes!"I began thrusting my cock incredibly quickly and my knees hurt. My hands maintained their place on her butt for the duration of our doggie style adventure. I felt it getting sweaty as well when I was blocking the water from it."Fuck, you are making my pussy sore. Jam it in there deeper. I wanna feel. He sighed in relief, “Thank goodness. Nothing my Mom can’t fix.” He looked at me, “I’m fine. Thanks for the concern.”He seemed really happy that someone was concerned about him and his shorts. It made me feel guilty.“That’s not what I actually said. I’m sorry,” I told him.He nodded once, “Yeah. I know. But you didn’t go out of your way to humiliate me. Even after what I shouted earlier.”He didn’t say anything else, he just gathered his stuff and went to get dressed.Steven turned off the shower. Roseanna and I had dinner on her patio, prepared by Hazel, Hazel was back in uniform but gave no sign of the rigours of the afternoon, we chatted as best we could with me drawing pictures on paper napkins to illustrate a point, something I have got quite good over the years, Roseanna looked fabulous with quite a bit of makeup and a long shimmering gold dress that went almost to her ankles, stockings and high heeled shoes, the dress did not really do her breasts justice but she was obviously. He didn’t say anything though. Hell, Warren thought, he’s probably itching for a real ugly, up close and personal, life and death fight. Not that he was a bloodthirsty psycho. He didn’t look for fights. He took no pleasure in the act of killing. But the fighting… to say that Leer was good at fighting was like saying Hillary was good at climbing. It was his element. He fought, Warren smiled to himself at the oddly apt comparison, like Bob Ross painted. Content and seemingly without effort. It.