From the get-go, I plunged my rod into her without due care and repeated this every two to three seconds for the initial thrusts. Then, it advanced to...grabbing her hip tightly and increasing the pace until her butt cheeks bounced off of my pelvis like a beach ball.“You fucking… ooh shhhit, you fucking bastard,” she croaked. I grabbed a fistful of Linda’s hair, and she looked at me with her lips curled outwards, teeth clenched and a foaming mouth.“Linda?” A voice from outside hollered, followed. . this ... you like?" and she smiles wide. She feels he is about to jump on her and rip her dress, he's not controlling himself any more, she's trying to pull herself but he pushes her back to the sofa and jump on top her, his knees on the two sides of her thighs, his hand at her throat pushing her back, his eyes wild as a killing tiger and his pushes his hand up her left thigh trying to push the her dress up violently now.There is a knock on the door. He sighs and lean his forehead on her. He was one of sixty they let go. The company had staffed up for the new contract and then it fell through. I asked him what he was going to do. He said his Air Force retirement pay would see him through for a couple of months along with his savings.They brought us our breakfast and after we ate, we headed to the driving range. I kidded him about getting a job as a golf pro. He could give lessons to the horny housewives.We played a pretty quick round. Steve shot even par for the day and I shot. Whilst chatting he casually reached forward and started stroking my arm and, a heaven knows why, I didn’t stop him. He spoke nicely about this and that and I was aware of him closing the gap between us a little. Yet I stupidly let him keep stroking, being British and not wanting to make a fuss I suppose.He leaned forward and whispered something in my ear which to be honest I couldn’t quite discern because at the same time I felt his hand slide from my arm to my breast. He was actually squeezing.