Sitting on the tailgate of his truck with his legs dangling off, he smiled to himself as he took another large swallow of iced tea. At least he was fa...ing a good deal better than Grant and Henry. The two of them were opposite him over on the front stoop, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. And they would have been in far worse shape, had Marge and Henry’s son, Rance – who was now over at the church taking a look at the bell tower – not shown up. He may have struggled physically, what with. ”I could feel now his growing hard erection pressing against my buttocks. I was almost naked; just wearing a light silk thong under my cocktail dress; my tanned legs did not need pantyhose at all.“Where is my husband? I want to speak with him!!”I insisted, desperately. “I didn't agree to this.”“But he already did” the unknown man said, now kissing my shoulders and exposed back.“Your husband said if you love him, you better keep quiet and do as I say.”I tried to squirm, but he was too strong. I. He grabbed her hips hard and told her she was a good little slut.He reached a hand around and started flicking her clit, her body convulsed and she screamed as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body. Her ass tightened around his throbbing cock as she came, he felt her hot cum rushing out of her pussy covering her legs and his balls as he pounded into her. He let out a grunt and slammed his cock deep into her; she felt his hot seed filling her ass. She moaned and told him to fill her up so. He slipped his hands up my top, under my bra at the back. I longed for him to bring it round to my breast, to pinch my hard nipples and hold my bosom. I kissed his neck this time, and bit him gently. I kissed his ears and his eyes, he breathed roughly and sharply. I could begin to feel his jeans tighten as he lay on his back and I straddled him. We kissed constantly, never stopping, as he pulled off my top and flicked open my bra, which fell gracefully and impatiently from my shoulders. He.