And whilst that gave him incredible mental images to masturbate over; it meant he had no prospect of actually fulfilling his fantasy of fucking his se...y assistant. Still it was nice to stare at her arse as she walked around in sexy pencil skirts and very high heels and looking at her admittedly quite small breasts as she bent over the desk opposite him. She did make up for them by wearing slightly see through blouses and push up bras. So at least she made the most of what she had. She was hot. My wife’s face turned from pleasure to pain as John slowly pushed into her arse. Once he was all the way in he stayed still holding onto her hips as Tony also remained still holding her breasts. Anna’s face began to relax as she took deep breaths, and then John began to gently fuck her. It took a few minutes before John could thrust in and out arse properly but once he did, Tony began fucking her pussy at the same time. I lost count of how many orgasms Anna had had up to this point, but I knew. This is the 3rd part of the Amy story as seen largely through Beckys (the oldest daughter) eyes. It may be helpful to start at the beginning if you havent read the first two parts. Please note that this is a STORY Beckys story. Becky sat in Martins lap sobbing, I cant do this again. I cant go through all of this all over again! Martin held her so tight, she felt like he was pulling her inside of him. This man, a stranger, who had a few hours ago killed one or possibly two men with his bare. One bright sunny day in April about mid morning I could hear a lot of shouting and, looking out of my front window, could see Cynthia and Wayne having what looked like the continuation of some earlier argument and my lecherous side thought “perhaps I should go and console her later”. And then I reminded myself, don’t get involved in a family squabble, and decided it would be better if I went out the rear of the house and started doing some tidying up.After an hour or so I noticed a cyclist.