Robbie pumped his cock into the back end of my pussy and inadvertently began pushing my clit into the table's edge. At first, the v******e of this pre...sure was painful, but with each thrust, my clit ached to be pressed into the edge of my kitchen table and stimulated by the pressure. "Oh, baby," I shouted, over Robbie's loud cries. "Fuck me, fuck me, make mommy cum, mommy needs to cum, baby." I want to make you cum, mommy!" He shouted. "I want you to cum all over my dick, mommy....cum into my. ?Here it is,? she stated as she pulled out one of those tomato shaped pincushions and sat it down on the bed. She pulled out a crotchet needle and sat it next to it, ?Oh, we can use this, too!? She then shut the box and sat it on the floor. She held up the pincushion next to my dick, ?Now doesn’t this look just like the head of your cock?? I struggled to look. ?A little, I guess.??It’s bigger, of course, but if we use the shaft too, I’m sure we can make your cock hold as many?? As she was. Did all people in England drive like that she wondered as she sat, skirt pulled up, legs apart and her uncle fingering her. He raised his hand to his nose and sniffed his finger."Very nice. I'll try some of that as soon as we get home."Zelena didn't understand him clearly, but she thought he meant they'd be home soon. Then he reached out and took her hand, pulling it down to his lap, to his hard penis. "This is for you Zelly. Do you understand? I'm going to fuck you."She kept her hand on his. He had never laid a hand on her in anger during their marriage. She saw the look in his eyes of a man who could. "It's my house."With disgust, Mike told her, "Get out."She looked for some acceptance, some chance. There was none. She picked up the papers where she had dropped them. "I won't let some chippy steal my place." She turned and ran when Mike took a step towards her.Mike slumped against the wall. That's how Caryn found him. "Mike?"He roused himself, "Yes?" Are you okay?" she asked.Mike.