I pulled them from top to make a thread and started to rub as it is on her pussy, to make her moan. I could feel her moans, breathes and her lowering ...truggle. Her susceptibility to me further proved what I wanted her to be.I continued my endeavor while sucking on her boobs. My tongue rolled around her nipples, sucking on them like a straw. It made her mad. Soon my fingers had entered her pussy with her own panty thread guarding the gates. I could feel the warmth of her pussy and her juices.Her. Romeo and Juliet was a slow, pretty, flowing song, but had wonderful rhythmic accents from the piano and Mark Knopfler's gorgeous lead acoustic guitar work. Kathy, Warren, and Sophia had taken full advantage of every accent, every nuance, and the flowing nature of the song, and had created a program full of deep edges, difficult turns, changes of edges, and changes of position and handholds. They had done this, and still kept the program a gorgeous, seamless whole.They were sitting with friends. This meant he had to keep pushing and straining, and I had to endure a pain so intense it felt as though I were being disemboweled.I loved it. God, it hurt so good!Then, when I could feel his balls roiling against my backside, I knew we had done it. Hank was fucking my ass to the hilt. Now it was time to relax and enjoy it.He was even better at cornholing me than he'd been servicing my pussy. His huge cock felt even more immense and longer in my anus than it had a notch below. And the friction. .."I listened to the conversation for a couple more minutes, sure thatthere had to be an interesting story behind it, and fighting back theurge to burst out laughing. The look on Amy's face, and her tone ofvoice... At that moment, she suddenly reminded me of my wife Meg, andhow she'd get when dealing with our teenage devisor daughter.When Amy finally hung up, she let out an exasperated sigh and shook herhead. "Sorry," she told me wryly. "Sometimes my mom just needs to bereminded of a few.