He put his hand on her stomach and held her neck with the other, pushing her hard up against himself. She softly struggled and closed her eyes, too sc...red to speak. He let out a long sigh and brought her hands behind her back, held them together with one hand easily. He reached down to his cock and put it under her ass and rested it up against her pussy. She shook her head violently. He immediately tightened his grip on her throat and she began to cough and sputter, but quieted down. He began. Her eyes were closed and lips open as I fucked her with all my effort. Her hubby must be wondering how sleepy she must be that she switched off the phone without even replying, lilttle did he know that his wife was getting pounded by another man at that moment. Her nails dug deep in my back as she kept up with my tempo, the only sound that could be heard was , the slapping of my balls, the squeaking of the bed and her regular moaning in my ear. Her slutty moans in my ear was turning me on more. They were rambunctious and good athletes though, so Garyenjoyed throwing passes to them in their backyard on thissurprising indian summer day. Gary asked them if there were anygirls in the neighborhood that they played with. They said no andlooked at each other with a mischievous glimmer in their eyes.They said there was one girl who lived behind them. Sometimesshe laid out in the summer in her backyard and since it was warm,maybe she was there today. Gary asked them to show him heryard. . ’ ‘You’re incorrigible,’ she moaned. ‘And you’d be lost without me,’ he said proudly. Donna rolled her eyes. ‘You’re rolling your eyes at me, I can hear it,’ laughed Patch. ‘Good-bye, Patch.’ ‘Promise me you’ll see the show,’ he pleaded. ‘Good-bye, Patch!’ She hung up the phone and looked at the message he had sent. The show was the next night, and the address was local. She searched for the artist’s web page and found nothing. He seemed to be a local guy with some talent but no idea how.