Shaking almost invisibly, her layers of white flesh acting as shock berakers on the cold hard steel. Harry's kinky revenge fantasy - that revived ever... time he thought about what the farmer's wife had done to him for weeks, without retaliation - was kindled when he looked at her, lying there on a roster. He had taken a bunch of candles from a cupboard in the farmhouse and had turned the farmer's wife on her painful back, with some trouble because of her enormous weight. He had spread her. Since no one was home, we decided to sleep in the same room on our double bed. I didn’t want to do with her what I used to do like she didn’t know anything and I was enjoying secretly but remained unsatisfied in the end. Rather I wanted to attract her to me. I knew she was sexually starved and needs a dick into her pussy very badly as I saw her fingering herself while in the bathroom. I knew she needed it, then why not mine!We went to sleep at around 1 am. She doesn’t sleep very early after. Andrea met them at the door and they immediately started kissing her and feeling her up. She explained to them that her husband will be watching and asked if that was a problem. Neither guy had a problem so she led them to our room. I followed behind.Marcus laid on his back on the bed and Andrea leaned over and started sucking him. This left her pussy and ass wide open for Steve to start working on. In no time she was soaking wet so she moved up putting a leg on either side of Marcus. She. After a while, he ceased,and poured a drink of water for himself from the pitcher; he sipped atthe water for a time. Then he began again.She passed beyond tears, grunting faintly only because some blowspushed the air past her vocal cords. All of her awareness compactedto the immediate room. Her mind filled with the perfection of theconnection between swinging hardwood rod and her flesh. Each swingwas a need, and that need was fulfilled by her soft body accepting andintercepting the motion,.