She had told me that she never really had a real boyfriend. She was the complete opposite of the girls where they bend over and you see miles of thong...or cleavage gushing out. She was never into wearing reavealing clothes of any sort. I got a decent look down her shirt every now and then though when horsing around. She reminded me of a proper lady, like a Southern Belle from the olden days. One day it was after school and it was just Karen and I. I always walked her home and sometimes hung out. He continued to pound into my wife's pussy with relentless force. Each thrust sending spasms of pleasure into my wife. Hank let Bonnie catch her breath before rolling her over on her hands and knees and moving behind her, He entered her pussy from behind up to his balls with one thrust, Bonnie surprised Hank by telling him "oh fuck yeah baby...i fucking love it from behind". Hank made her happy and grabbed a hold of my wife's hips and just let her have it. He slammed into her pussy again and. She walked to him and he wrapped her in his big, warm embrace. He kissed the top of her head, and then rested his hands on her sides. He felt where the broken ribs were and closed his eyes. She cupped her hand around his face and kissed him. They sat down to eat and didn’t talk much. She was too busy thinking about the next eight hours, her first day as a teacher, too really commit to any quality conversation. They finished breakfast and he drove her home. He was already dressed and ready for. Aunite Sophie is really nice. She treats me as an adult and is happy for me to stay with her until I go off to university in September. We have had quite a laugh together even getting tipsy a couple of times. Her house is big and old with a walled garden and a pool. I have really enjoyed relaxing here but as the weeks have passed have begun to get a bit bored. The nearest town is a few miles away and I can not drive. Nothing much seems to happens there anyway. Aunt Sophie has been trying to get.