It wasn’t the size or lack of lube that hurt Mrs. Thomas most. It was the fact that she knew he wanted it to hurt, which made her allow it to hurt. ...e groped her tits through her blouse with one hand while he reached around her neck and pressed his fingers around her throat with the other. “Terrell fucked Mrs. Thomas hard and clumsily, now holding one of her legs up, still pressing her against the wall, still choking her slightly with his other hand. The fuck was rough and dirty. Terrell. "If you're going to be like that you just might walk up there and end it. I can't really stop you anyway," said Eileen, looking genuinely hurt."No, no. It's great. There will be some tricky timing issues, but we can pull it off, I think." Pull what off?" I'll tell you. I just have to remember how that pony works..."I just sat there, with my back against a wall, carrying an improvised flag strapped around my back with a very big, plainly drawn, stuck up middle finger. I was trying to look. “Now, if there is nothing else, I beg your pardon but I’m very busy”Margie temper flared up, “So, you don’t believe your dear husband was a beast, now, don’t you, well I’m going to show you what he was and what he did”.Margie rose from the chair she was sitting and started to undress slowly to the astonishment of Mrs. Wainwrigh. “What are you doing? Are you crazy? Get dressed immediately”.Now it was Margie who asked scornfully. “What’s the matter with you Mrs. Rich Woman, are you afraid to see. Now she suddenly told me, ” I like you. Your face your looks all are really nice.” I was kind of surprised by her forward talk but decided to take the plunge. As I also a blanket on, I moved my hand from under my blanket and placed it on hers. We held hands for a bit and then she started rubbing my thigh. I was happy to see the direction things were taking. While she was rubbing my thigh she pulled me by my tshirt and gave me a peck on the cheek.I looked around and saw that it was pitch dark.