Agnes thrashes in despair, convinced that she’s about to be torn open by the huge implement being forced inside of her. The carpet under her knees i... not at all forgiving, making them burn, and the hands on her body are heavy and tight. She tries everything, kicking, scratching, crying, thrashing. She arches her back, trying to escape the baseball bat being forced against her, and that makes her precarious balance fail. Dropping to her stomach, Agnes only becomes more vulnerable to the assault. “Mine too,” Brad added.“You looked like pros to me -- was it good?” Sarah asked.Gina turned to look at Brad. “It was GREAT!”Brad nodded. “Stupendous!”“It looked like it,” Sarah opined.“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to neck with Gina for a while in peace,” Brad announced, lowering Gina’s legs and draping himself atop her. “Do you want your glasses?” he asked Gina quietly.“I didn’t think you...” Sarah blurted.Brad gathered his patience. “What?”“Well, could do that,” Sarah finished. “Aren’t you. His attention was split between Carol and the screen, more fascinated by her reactions to the fight than by the fight itself. When one of the fighters would throw a kick or connect with a punch, Carol would actually flinch, as if she was the one delivering the blow.“Ever done anything like that?” he asked into the silence.To Carol’s credit, she didn’t even flinch at discovering he was there. She either already knew he was watching from behind her, or she had stronger nerves than he did. He. Without even thinking twice I squeezed her breast deliberately. She sighed into my kiss as her hand slid down to my belt line. Our tongues played as my other hand gently pushed hers to the lump in my jeans then I broke our kiss and said, “You are very desirable and I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone!” This is wrong Greg I am almost 70 you are 35 you are my own.......but I stopped her by kissing Her again. There was no resistance or hesitation from either we knew what we were doing.