"Deborah pulled him to a stop, turning him so that they were facing each other."Richard, darling," she said, "please don't ever hesitate to tell me an...thing. It doesn't have to be well thought out and prepared. I want to hear whatever as it is. I love you too much to have to think over everything we're going to say to each other. Trust me, sweetheart." I do. I will, but forgive me if I don't always just blurt things out." Of course! What's on your mind at the moment?"They continued walking and. Now in all honesty i cannot remember exactly the sequence of events that lead to this lol ( the price of boozing) at one point i noticed a pair of middle aged women sitting to the table next to us, full of booze courage i got to talking to them . finding out they were married, english, and older then our mothers and then they invited myself and my mate back to the house they were renting for their holiday, naturally we obliged! long story short, we get back to the house, my mate and his milf. My plan didn’t work, and his other hand gripped tightly around my other wrist. ‘Stop being a twat!!’ I shouted louder. I hopelessly wriggled my arms around in an attempt to get free but it was useless – he was too strong. He took a step towards me, forcing me to take a step backwards. Unaware of how close the bed was behind me, I stumbled backwards and fell onto it, swiftly followed by him. He landed flat on me, but his grip never loosened. I could feel his abs pressing against my chest. ‘If. Your tight jeans against your skin is cuasing my member to somewaht stiffen in my suitpants. But here we are... I take a grasp of your hair and violently put your head close to my cheek, causing me to feel your warm breath blowing in my face by the excitement and confoundment of what I will do. My other hand grabs a hold of your crotch, making my thumb move your labias through the thick textile of your pants. "For the next hour hour or so you are mine...Your tight little cunt is mine...." I.