Kate was in her late fifties but looked and dressed much younger. She wore a pale yellow blouse buttoned up over her large breasts and a black skirt t...at showed a lot of her nice shapely legs.We had hardly left my parents house when Kate moved close to me resting her right hand on the front of my jeans. My pecker responded as she knew it would, hardening under her small hand. She rubbed it lightly as she said. "Are you gonna spank me Jimmy? It's been months. Your mother spanked me and I did her. She picked up her suitcase again, then tie possibility it might be Lonnie crossed her mind. But, before she could decide, her machine picked up. ‘I know you’re there, you bitch! Answer the fucking phone!’ Mark Lewis screamed. ‘You better answer the fucking phone if you know what’s good for you! You saw what happened today, so you know what I can do! Answer the fucking phone! Goddamit, you cunt! Who the hell do you think you are! Answer the fucking phone you cunt, or I’m really going to make you. Our mouths, wet and warm, came together beautifully. Our lips pressed together, then opened gently as our tongues began exploring one another’s mouths. We were not embracing. Our mouths were touching. His hands rested gently on my waist. Mine were on his arms. The only other contact between us was the push of his erection against my stomach. The lack of contact was maddening, totally hot. All of a sudden my body was on fire. I did not want to go through any preamble or foreplay, I wanted to. Finally." Rachael smile grew to sadisticlevels of want. Her hips thrust forward all of a sudden, forcing hergiant shlong into the depths of my hole. I wanted nothing more than tohave her fully inside me. That's what she wanted too, apparently. I felther tear her way in through my hymen as she thrust forward. I started toscream, actually finding the pillow bunching it up and biting down on itas if I were some screeching honey on a holiday. If things weren'tenough I was a screamer. I was.