Maybe I screamed or my pussy clamped down against him because I heard him groan. He rammed into me so hard-I clutched a handful of leaves. He pumped i...-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his head bumping into me-pressing some unknown button that turned my body against me. My eyes rolled back as the man dug his fingers into my hips-making me wet against my will. I know I was moaning, I couldn’t handle the way it felt, I couldn’t stand the way my body liked it. I tried to crawl away but he. He manipulated her legs to change the angle, with speed and force also changing. She was noisy. She tried to hold it in, but every moment brought her closer to that usually elusive climax. Moans, gasps, screams and half-words escaped her. She wished she could really scream. The pleasure mounted. He could see, from the fact she was screaming into a pillow that this was good! Her back arched off the floor as it hit her. It normally petered away, but not today.Hilary was lost to the moment, barely. ”“You jackass!” She laughed, sending a wave of water into my eyes. I splashed back, then quickly closed in on her, grabbing her wrists so she was powerless. We stood there in the water staring at each other for a moment. Her big, blue eyes glistened smartly up at me.“Skinny dipping with my handsome stepson. Now I really feel naughty,” Mom said softly, catching her breath. “It’s not skinny dipping if you’re not naked Mom,” I replied. There was a long pause. It was dead quiet except for the. Two was just downright unrealistic. Or greedy, I thought, shaking my head slightly and smiling. The pleasure I received through Paul, came not from Paul, but from Andrew. And in any case, the pleasure I received was secondary to the lessons Andrew had taught me. Lifting and turning my head, I tucked my hands under my chin and watched Andrew sleep. I loved the rules and the clear-cut boundaries. I loved that when I pleased him, I knew it. He never failed to praise my efforts. That he cared.