Once more, we spent the evening close together on the sofa, listening to music. I thought it'd be interesting to delve into some of the contemporary c...ossover artists, so I found CDs of Catrin Finch, Katherine Jenkins and Aled Jones.There's an old joke, that the definition of an English summer is 'three fine days and a thunderstorm', and there's a grain of truth in it. The next day was a Saturday, but the sky was heavily overcast, and the forecast poor. Sure enough, by lunchtime we had a. I looked over her shoulder and saw her pink tipped nipples pointing to my ceiling. Her legs were open wide, the bottoms of her feet on either side of me.I began to drill her like this, not hard, but enough that each push into her rectum made her whimper. She had her nails dug into my thighs, but I couldn't feel the pain. I firmly held her hips as I pushed up into her, pulling her down onto me as she pulled away. It was erotic, holding her like this, making her moan.I stopped pumping into her,. Susan, of course, was champing at the bit — and annoying the hell out of Jacob — to the point he decided to go across the street to the saloon before he had to paddle her ass for her again.He was sitting at a table nursing a beer and watching for Marnie when a face he would never forget walked in.The man's eyes were still adjusting to the dim light of the barroom so he walked right past Jacob without noticing him."Jones," Jacob said loudly from his seat. "Ain't you even going to say hello to an. She came out and again her arm, well HAND this time, brushed my erection. “Opps” is all she would say.“It’s ok, my bad” is all I could say as I closed the bathroom door behind me. I unzipped and started to pee. As I did, I looked on the hamper and saw a white, soaked, pair of white panties. These couldn’t be Lynn’s could they? Nah!I went back to the couch as Sen went to the bathroom. Lynn was there waiting for me/us. As I sat down, she turn to me and said again, “you didn’t answer me if.