My cock started to respond as the sex got raunchier and I could feel Joanna breathing a little heavier. Then a thought crossed my mind. She must also ...ave been getting turned on by the sex scenes. I certainly didn’t realise what she was planning at all.It took another thirty minutes for the next scene to reveal itself on the TV. I heard Joanna moan quietly, which only caused my cock to jump in response. The next I knew I felt a hand rubbing up and down my cock. At first it felt good, then I. It wasn’t stretching me as much as the bottle had, but it had a warmth and softness that you can’t explain. I rested my head on the back of the couch again while he fucked into me from behind. How many times now? Twenty? Thirty? Not enough, I decided. I could sense his rhythm. He was not in a hurry. He fucked me steadily, his hips making smacking sounds hitting my bum. His swinging balls were giving a nice slap against my flaps. I felt him press his finger tip against my arse. That sparked a rush of heat in my gut that made me blush an even deeper red. His hands didn't linger, but his satisfied smile told me my poker face needed some work.The car started with a grumbling roar. Even idling it sounded as powerful as a locomotive. He let it warm up and turned on the heater as soon as the engine was hot enough."Ready?" he asked as he dropped it into gear. He stomped the gas and pulled out so fast the tires squealed.Kane Lodge was a sprawling stone and rough timber. He's had two days head start," said Roberta. Her words carried a hint of sarcasm. The two sisters-in-law got along well; but Roberta, a psychologist, always felt that Veronica was a little ditzy."Which way did he go?" said Roberta. "He was on foot, you say. What was he wearing?" He went east toward Baxter. A dark green tee-shirt and jeans. A Cubs baseball cap too, I think," said Veronica."His coat?" prompted Roberta."No, he wasn't wearing a coat." Geezsus, Ronnie, it's freezing out there. He.