Then what would he do? She had heard stories from married women about sex, but never figured she would experience it until she was married. She wasn�...t married. And she knew enough that if this man had sex with her, she would never be married. ‘Turn around.’ he said in a husky voice. She turned around, and his hands came up, his fingers running over her breasts. She gasped as her nipples hardened. He smiled, and slowly pulled her dress down over her breast, to rest at her waist. His fingers ran. He switched it on again and pushed his cock into her slippery wet cunt. He reached for her tits and pulled her up by them. He pulled her hand down to her clit and showed her how to massage it while he fucked her from behind. Soon they were joined in a new rhythm. His hands squeezed and squished and pinched her wonderful tits as he fucked her in hard thrusts from behind. They both panted out loud.“I think I’m gonna cum again,” she panted to him.“Then do it, baby. I love to feel you cumming. I had just about given up on seeing her peek out of her shell and show some independence when she firmly disagreed with me. I concealed my delight and called her to question."We have a natural, God given right to be who and what we are," I pontificated."If God is so good, as you say," she said "then why do bad things always seem to happen to good folks and vise versa?" God doesn't go diddling around in human affairs," I told her. "Besides, we make our own lives." Okay then, why do other people. Half of me wanted to go back five days, back to Friday night with the girls, and refuse their idea of going up to the bar to talk to the handsome stranger. If I hadn't done that none of the rest of this would have happenedThe other half of me though seemed to know better. It was the half that wouldn't let me forget about the startling green of Adam's eyes, or the way his kisses made the hair stand up on the back of my neck, or just how nice it had been to go home to the farm for dinner, or even.