I don’t know. Let’s...hard. I want it hard and rough.” She gives me a timid smile. “Here I am a sinful whore and should be treated as such.”...“You’re sure?” She gives me a confident nod. The nod of a self assured preacher’s wife. I grab and yank down her bloomers as she gasps. Then bend her over a low wooden wall. I grin as I smack her rear a few times. The old woman groaning with each strike. As her ass turns red I grab and pull her dark hair. Forcing her head up. I slide my other hand between. ” We kept moving gently as I spoke, my erection now almost glued to her body. “I’ve always wondered if you felt... me. I always wondered if there was something I should’ve done, or if I should’ve ever let that happen, or what would’ve happened if we’d just sat together a little longer that night. If I should have done something else...” Cora lifted her head a little and nodded. Her breasts started to push a little harder into me as she straightened up. “I know what you mean.” She angled her. You could inhale forever; like into an oxygen mask after running for a touchdown.Jenny's blue oxford men's dress shirt sleeves were rolled up above her elbows. The boys could see her tanned, toned arms flex as she turned the throttle back and feathered the clutch. "What a fucking woman; what a fucking bike." The different boys said to themselves individually.The sun was not always out. The roads were not always dry on this tropical island. Jenny rode when she could. If it was raining when she. “Look. Just get out. And don’t fucking come back!” With that he rushed down to the gym in the basement, picked up his kit and shot off to work, Dire Straits thumping out of his car stereo and helping to further cloud his confused thoughts. What was his wife doing? How had that fat, obese, gross, flabby, lump of lard managed to… managed to…? And how had his wife fallen for it? How stupid was she? Things didn’t exactly get back to normal. After a long tearful argument, Karen agreed never to see.