Her pussy was tight. I grinded my cock into her tight pussy this time my hands on her hips pulling her deep into me. I could feel all her pussy juices...on my cock in her pussy, tearing into her. She started moaning in pleasure as I fucked her hard. I caught hold of her ponytail hair and pulled hard arching her body even more to me. I felt like I was riding a female mare horse, grinding and humping her. She was moaning and saying fuck me fuck me fuck me…I grabbed her hips even harder and held her. Tim was a decent looking guy but he'd obviously marriedup. Only 5'5" himself, he was still pretty much your average dude by allappearances...regular "guy look", nothing spectacular. He had two issuesthat would cause him problems though. Poor circulation in his legs and hewasn't very well endowed at all.They'd been married for 15 years already and Tim's 38th birthday wascoming up. It really didn't bother Melissa that they were the same age oreven the same height. But sex...sex was very "meh". About half an hour into their walk along the track high above the river the ground suddenly gave way beneath Wendy's feet, before Sam could react she was gone down the steep slope where she ended up half way down on an outcrop which stoped her going all the way to the river. Sam could see her but she wasn't moving, he managed to scale the hill down to her, she was ok just u*********s. Wendy was laying on her back her skirt was up around her waist & Sam couldn't take his eyes of her panties, he. She knew she should feel humiliated, ashamed, but she was too numb, too tired, to care. These people could use her all they wanted, a small part of her _wanted_ them to use her, to beat her: she shuddered inwardly at this thought, resisting it. She didn't want this, no matter how much her body betrayed her, she didn't; she wanted to be home, safe and secure, to be a normal teenager again, not subject to the sexual whims of a group of sadists. She came back to herself as she felt a rope.