“He’s fucking me honey, oh god it feels so good. Come over here I want you to see your slut of a wife getting fucked”.I got up and walked over t... the bed, my cock was like a steel rod with pre cum dribbling all down it.“Can you see his cock going in me, can you see me getting fucked”.“Yes” I muttered.“Say it, I want to here you say it”.“I can see his big cock fucking my slut of a wife”.“Oh god” she moaned. “Give me your hand”. I place my hand in hers; Paul had slowed way down but was still. I broke the kiss and wrapped my hand around her throat. My large hands making her throat look fragile."John what are you doing?" I firmed up my grasp so that she could feel the effects of the reduced blood flow. I leaned in right next to her ear so that she could feel my hot breath as I whispered,"Popping your cherry." NO! We can't do that, I don't want to get pregnant!" she said as she started to fight back against my grip around her throat. We struggled briefly before I managed to pin both. I heard about it right away, because Aunt Clara came to me, asking me to intercede, to force Bea to end that relationship. I told her I'd have a talk with Bea.My original plan had been to simply tell Bea that it was up to her to not have her personal life interfere with the operation of the food distribution program. I wasn't going to take any position, pro or con, about the way she chose to conduct her personal life. Aunt Clara was quite a few years older than Bea, and the new boyfriend was in. Her hand gripped him firmly; struggling to completely wrap his girth in her small, soft hands. A groan of satisfaction came from deep within his throat as he leaned back a bit, and as a result thrusting his cock into her mouth a few more inches. She didn’t think twice at his sudden movement, only adjusted and began to suck him into her mouth. Each time she would go down a bit more, lowering her hand as she did the same with her mouth. She had no idea what it felt like for him, but she knew if.