I couldn't get enough of this as his cock pounded my pussy raw, he wasn't being at all gentle with me, it was as if he wanted revenge for something, a...d yet at the same time I could see the love for me in his eyes, the knowing that this was what I wanted and he knew how to give it to me.He forced his cock deep into my pussy, grinding his hips once he had it the whole way in, making it hit every wall, his hands were now squeezing and pinching my breasts. Leaving marks on them. He used my breasts. To make it easy for me, I pull your skirt from beneath your ass, so eventually I can also feel your rosebud. Is it still fitting? While you are finishing your plate, I tell you to move your ass I bit so I can reach the plug and I pull it softly out. Our waiter is observing us… not knowing what is happening and why the expression on your face when I pull out your rosebud. Your rosebud is still a bit wet of my sperm, but I decide to feel your little hole before I push the rosebud back in. And yes. She sat on her bed and put on her sneakers without bothering with socks. The shoes were cheap, because she lost quite a few of them too, although not so many as the jockstraps. Next she went to her closet and selected one of her three remaining raincoats. These she usually managed to hang on to, or sometimes was able to retrieve later. If she ran short, it was easy to pick up another couple from the second-hand store.Then, wearing nothing but wristwatch, sneakers, jockstrap, and trench-coat,. That was a relief. I was told it could get over a hundred degrees in mid-summer in the central valley. That would take some getting used to. However, the houses and vehicles were all air conditioned, which kept things sane. I wondered about being out in the farms during this heat.I had just finished putting my clothes and things away when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Harlan and Rose."Come in. Good to see you again," I said in welcome."Good to see you too, Doug," Harlan.