Then we switched to doggie style. I again started fucking her hard, but this time I held her long hair and started pulling them while fucking her. Thi... made it so hot for her too. She started abusing me “make me your bitch. Yeah pull my hair hard, fuck me like I am your bitch.”This made me go mad and I went on giving her hard and fast strokes like a bull. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting, even I couldn’t hold it any longer and we both came at the same time. I fell on her with my. He comes like a fucking tsunami.”“Tell me about it!”He grinned sheepishly. “Oh yeah, you already know, huh?”“Yeah, duh! Hon’, what did you think about that?”“You know me. I’ll try anything once.”It was true. Whether food or drink, some new experience or sport or athletic endeavor, new music by an artist we didn’t know, new vacation spot or trail, or anything sexual we could dream up, Richard was always game. He may never do it again if he didn’t like it, but he’s very much a “You’ll never know. She scratched her neck with discomfort searching for the right words. “Look, I really appreciate you telling me what happened. I’m sure that was pretty hard—especially after what I said about you guys.”But the distraught futa said nothing. Maddi stared through the girl with a glass eyes and staggered back to the sofa as the numbness set-in. She clutched her temples and trembled. She hated everything: Jenna’s worldview, what Diana did to her, and the fact that she felt forced to betray her. In the morning we had come about, shown all our sails, and raced down to the headland.When we reached the headland we steered a little east of south, and within an hour our lookouts saw a sail on the horizon to the east. It was a standard one-sail cog and it was sailing eastward as fast as it could go, but we raised both jibs and were almost twice as fast. We caught up with it before noon.It wasn’t just having more sails up, it was also reducing the hull drag as much as possible. Wrong Place.