He lowered my buttocks onto his knees so that was at an angle and at his mercy. I watched as he grabbed his penis, thick and hard as it already was. I...watched as hand and penis, together, gave my already beaten, pounded and stretched pubic area a good spanking. His bulbous head was being slapped against my pubic bone with what seemed a great deal of force. With each slap, I swear I saw his shaft swell, being led by the growth of his mushroom tip. I was watching this while fully aware of how wet. He could do anything he wanted to her and she wouldn't be able to stop him and what did he decide to do? Continue to show her gentle affections as if she was something precious with delicate kisses on her temple and cheek.How could Sam have ever let you go?She tapped him on the side of the shoulder, signalling to him that she wanted him to roll over. She had something in mind.He rolled off of her and she slipped off the edge of the bed. He curiously watched her wobbly walk towards her burgundy. It did take some getting used to how to do things and that mostly by me. But once we’d gotten our routine established: what went where, and when we did whatever, and those without exception; life in hovel Bradshaw-Meacham went smoothly. It should be noted here, that we did not marry. She was a bit skittish because she couldn’t see me. And me because of the reality that she couldn’t see me. Well, there was always the possibility that she could find a surgeon willing and able to somehow someway. "Good girl, Sally, you're learning." He stepped between her slowly spreading legs, his hips pushing out on them. "Real wide, be a good girl," he encouraged her. He watched her pussy lips begin to part, her pink, virgin, inner pussy peaking out. "More, until your thighs ache, Sally. Your hands, put your hands back. Stroke me again." Again he felt her soft hands rubbing his hard cock, her other hand gently squeezing his balls.She looked down, seeing his hands moving to her legs, pushing outward.