This leaves her unbalanced, tipping forward on hands and knees over him... Rebel is like a wrestler - as soon as she tips forward he twist around, jum...s up, and scrambles around behind her, rears up and mounts her – his front legs wrapping around her tightly, hindquarters jamming toward her, cock already getting hard at the thought of adding another slut to his list of conquests... Pumping at her rear end, jabbing at her pussy ... She’s kneeling there in the dirt of the forest floor, arse in. “Mike ... Mike ...” she called out to me with her legs dangling out of the car. I was frozen to the spot; powerless to help as I watched two dark skinned fingers enter her shaven white pussy. She groaned louder and tried to sit up, but the driver forced her back down flat again as he grabbed both her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the seat. “Mike, what’s going on?” she panicked, grabbing for something to pull herself up with. As if watching my life flash before my eyes, my wife’s legs. ’ Feebly, slowly, the old man’s eyes opened like the doors of an age old church. Heavy and crumbling. Their eyes met. ‘Old man you and I have never seen eye to eye. Today I came all this way to make things right between you and I.’ The old man smiled feebly. The young man smiled in return. He leaned close to the old man and whispered. ‘I remember when my mom brought you into our family. You were the picture of courtesy whenever she was around. And when she was not you terrorized me old man. I. Make my pussy come. Come flowed from her like a fountain. She breathed out deeply as the whip was removed. "You liked that, I could tell. That's good, we'll do it more often from now on." Lisa couldn't respond. She moaned like a wounded animal, her limbs aching from the leather straps. She felt her ankles being released and she stretched her legs. When she made contact with the table her fresh wounds caused her to tense up and pull her legs back toward her. She admired.