One day I was working from home when I heard Michelle leaving the house. We had spent the evening flirting over the fence – there was always some se...ual friction between us, Michelle teasing, me trying not to sound too keen. So whilst thinking about last nights conversation – she had be probing me about what turned me on – I glanced out the window. And there on the washing line was some of her freshly washed laundry – a wonderful array of lovely underwear – a peach coloured matching set of. My arms were kicked out from under me, and my body hit the ground hard. Suddenly, I knew what it felt like to suffocate. I heard my breath whoosh from my lungs as a foot planted itself between my shoulder blades and pushed. I could feel the heel of his boot dig into my skin, and a small rivulet of what I assumed was blood began to flow along my spine.I grit my teeth and sagged under the weight of the man standing above me. Self-preservation took over, I guess, and I decided they'd be done with. There's beer in the fridge in the kitchen. Help yourself." Well, at least he didn't say, "And keep your Goddamn hands off my daughter." I took some comfort from that.There were some other relatives there, from babes in arms to the short, gray-haired matriarch of the family, whom everybody addressed as "Tutu," which I gathered was Hawai'ian for "grandmother." Children were constantly scampering about, brown and noisy and happy. Dinner was served by and by, and I got to talking with Philip again.. . pretty soon he is laying out a place for us to move from the sofa to the floor on some cushions... some how i ended up on the bottom with him on top of me grinding his dick into my ass... with me pushing my ass up into each of his downward thrusts... we went at it for some time with him grunting and telling me how good i felt.. and me telling him not to stop.. he is kissing the back of my neck and shoulder arms and this is so hot...we were turning into a big wet puddle... if this guy had not.