I came back a few seconds later with something behind my back. "What's behind your back?" I didn't reply, I just stood her up and then spun her round ...o her back was too me. I pushed her onto the bed and forced her arms behind her back and handcuffed them together. "Kinky...." she purred. I positioned my dick back into her pussy again and returned to pounding her pussy as hard as I could. "You gonna admit defeat, or is my dick going to have to beat you into it?" I asked baring my teeth. "You. She gently massaged me as I pushed myself closer against her, my now semi hard cock nestling through clothes between the cheeks of her wonderful arse. I leaned forward to look on to the track for the race and as my head became parallel with hers she whispered "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me just like we are now". Fuck! Was this really happening? We exchanged further dirty talk, getting dirtier and dirtier the more aroused we got. I was rock hard by this point and she knew it, she. They [and I indoors] were glad to hear the familiar rattle of the cattle grid at our gate; it had been a slow journey. They appeared at the doorway all stamping feet and shaking coats. I had been very worried at the weathers had turned and had been on tender-hooks till they appeared. They were quickly wrapped around my finest casserole, and dumplings and we were soon sat over coffee in contented companionable silence round the sitting room fire, as the storm outside roared its way round the. She is also a widow. Mother and daughter recently discovered they were having a sexual affair with the Reverend Herb Caldwell. At first Cindy was horrified, and hurt because she felt that she might be falling in love with the man. She was ready to tell the hypocritical preacher-man off, and would have walked out of his life completely, if he had not stopped her and confessed his own love for her.They had just spent the night talking things out and decided to remain boyfriend, girlfriend and see.