My cock was now straining as Debbie stared, she moved to the edge of the sofa nervously reaching out and putting her hands on my hips rubbing the top ...f my thighs, her hands moved up to the waistband and she teasingly put her fingers inside moving her left hand towards my belly, her hand rested on my erect cock as she gently pulled my shorts out and down allowing my cock to spring free.With my shorts around my ankles she leant forward to take the swollen head into her mouth and then it suddenly. Hands, fingers, lips on her breasts and nipples, nipping, pinching, massaging her willing flesh. There were cold hands between her legs and behind her, delving between the firm globes of her buttocks, touching her in places where even her husband was forbidden and it felt so wrong, so wanton and dirty but yet, she was becoming carried away on a cloud of desire.. Deep inside her, she felt the first stirrings of orgasm begin to build. The muscles in her thighs ached under the effort of keeping. .NO! She grips the sheets and screams, trying to pull away. " John," She cries. Her inner most muscles contract around me as I continue. Her breathe catches in her throat and she lets this feeling take over, her body stiffens and bows. She caves, cumming hard on the cock of the man who raped her. Her legs trembling and she is about to drop on the bed but I wrap an arm around her hips, keeping her up. She goes limp, breathing hard. I stop moving, my cock still hard inside her, I un-hook her bra. .my cock head so thirsty for your wet warm moist mouth to suck it I lick my hand, needing it to be moist and touch it rubbing it round in circular motions and feeling the sweet sensitive ache it has.......I lower my hand and grab my cock hard and pull it up hard as you like that from our conversations and pull my foreskin up to my head and take another picture of you as you can see from the picture I sent you.......now I very hard, blood rushing to my cock.....I can feel it growing in my hand,.