Pretty damn well.And maybe it was in his head even then, what he was going to do. Maybe not, too, I can't say. I didn't know him then, not till he got...pretty far along and hired me, just fresh out of high school, to work in his garden and his big house. And then it wasn't for a few years after that, while we got to know each other in little bits and pieces, that he really started talking anything much to me.First time, I remember it a lot, it was late one night after he'd had a bunch of people. She quickly reached around and slid her hands inside the loose jeans and grabbed Samantha's ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling to find her way to the crevices of her desire.Samantha was too hot and wet to resist Hannah' probing fingers as Hannah roughly invaded her panties. Her thumb found Samantha's ass pleasure while her middle and index fingers slid deep into her pussy. Samantha slid forward to make her progress easier as Hannah worked her jeans lower with her forearm. Samantha continued her. "Please fuck my pussy!" He pulled away and slapped my ass, hard, and I yelped. The stinging sensation washed through my body in an instant, yet left me wanting more. I arched my back to present myself to him, and he slapped me again on the other cheek. But to my surprise, he stepped back. Before I could react he shoved me towards the bedroom and roughly threw me on the bed, face down. The bed squeaked as he climbed on, and I gasped as he lowered down on top of me, pinning me onto the sheets. It would clasp my cock tightly and then release in a rhythm that caused extreme pleasure to me as we fucked. She was helping me by expertly humping her hips upwards as I stroked in and lowered her hips as I withdrew slightly. She was setting and controlling the pace for me. She made sure that I often made bodily contact with her clitoris.“Come on my baby, fuck your mama’s hungry pussy. Make me cum again. I want to feel you fill me with your cock love juice, just like my pa did. Fuck me baby,.