And isn't that what makes life worth living? Hmm?We discussed possibly launching a telethon, like a sexual "Jerry's Kids" type of deal. Tim had some e...cellent ideas along these lines. First, we'd have to get a phone bank going, with volunteers to work those ringing phones as donations poured in to help the victims of crippling sexual frustration and loneliness. Then, of course, we'd need a Poster Man or Poster Woman for sexual deprivation and unhappiness. (There'd be no sexual Poster Child of. & Mrs. Miles will see us.” The only house that faced us where that window backed onto was owned by an old couple…probably older than my gran and granddad. “So…it will give Mr. Miles a thrill seeing such a hot woman naked… probably hasn’t seen one for over 50 years.” “Please son… we can’t” My response was to push her closer to the window and fully square onto it so that her upper torso was clearly visible if the Miles were looking out of their window. I was a little disappointed in not seeing. Trick is getting a rhythm going..lol , after a bit she turned round and faced me as she sat her arse on his hardness, as I took her pussy sliding with ease in and out of her, my hardness started to throb, then we moved to her on knees(doggy), with me in her arse as he took her pussy, which was more comfortable for her, and it wasn’t long before she came again, shortly afterwards he started to tense up and shot his cum deep inside her pussy, then I cum deep inside her arse. We was all sweating. "This is mine, Jess!" He continued licking my pussy again. I didn't say a word.Then he stood up and faced me to the wall. He penetrated me from behind and spanked my ass."Oh!" I yelped in pain. Deep thrusts sent a clear signal in my head that Peter was really jealous. Now, it's like he's marking his territory: me."You're mine, Jess." He squeezed my breasts from behind and pinched my nipples. He was angry. And I like it. I moaned loudly with thrusts that were getting deeper and deeper."I'm.