She stirred again, this time kicking her leg. I whipped my hand out from under her knickers and the quilt and hit the deck, lying as still as possible... angry all my work was undone. I sniffed my fingers, just coconut cream. Disappointing. I waited several minutes, until the tell-tale breathing returned. I decided to do something else, I wanted to see her. I slowly eased the quilt down over her hips, thankfully it was a very light summer one. As I revealed her I began to breath heavily again,. The mechanics of it were simple enough, 'put hard dick in pussy and move it back and forth' but how did you go about finding the hard dick and keeping it quiet? How did you keep the people in town from learning your business and then pointing fingers at you and calling you degenerate perverts? I didn't want the guys at work talking about me and Penny the way they talked about Steve and Marsha. Besides talking among themselves who else did they talk to about it and who did those people talk to. Grant. I can’t. I mean, I NEVER go out ... I couldn’t.”I tried to put on a mild expression. “Nonsense, Jenny. Let’s go out for some dinner. There’s no reason to be...”“No, Mr. Grant,” she said firmly. “I won’t go out with you. I’m sorry. You don’t know ... you couldn’t know. You have no idea what it’s like.” She ignored her hair and looked up at me imploringly. “Mr. Grant, people stare. It’s not their fault ... it’s mine, for going out where they can see me in the first place. They can’t. I roll her ontop of me and sit up so I’m face to face with her, her small frame at the mercy of my large hands. I hold her waist and lock eyes with her as I rock her slowly. She kisses my neck as I move her. I hold her tight as I feel myself getting close, “God you feel incredible,” I moan as she starts to bounce on her own. She kisses me deeply, “I want to make you cum,” she moves her hips faster. She bites my lip and holds onto my shoulders as she moans louder. I wrap my one arm around her.