He slams to her to the ground in front of him. Her soft naked form looking so tender and fragile in this place of twisted rusting metal and broken con...crete. He looks down over her body and snorts again, his face grimacing. He spits on her and grunts. “Filth.” Grabbing her roughly he flips her over, her flailing limbs hardly slowing him down as he then presses her hard face down into the ground. His big hand palming the side of her head as he pushed her down into the earth.He takes her from. Suddenly, she was pulling on my bum again, anxious to be impaled fully. I obliged, easing in to her baby tube all the way until I bottomed out. Gently at first, I began the old in-out rhythm which soon had her gasping."Are you okay?" I asked."Mmmm! Keep fucking me," she muttered between gasps.My mother had tried to inculcate obedience in me, and had succeeded to the point where, instead of suggesting to the girl that what we were doing might have consequences, I simply did what I was told. I. But we’d grown up separated for most of our lives, were 9 years apart in age, and our recent friendship that started a few years back when he contacted me on Facebook felt just like that—friends who shared similar tastes in our girls, bad jokes, and perhaps a few other hobbies here and there.I was sincerely happy for the both of them and congratulated Jeff on his good luck at winning her over and keeping her attention the last 2 or 3 years they'd been dating.But back to the wedding...I made the. I laughed, no this webcam has to be facing you as i pointed to it, turning the laptop onto her. Pete waved, what is he saying she said, so i read out what he wrote, hi you look nice, she laughed and blushed, cant he hear us? not unless he has a mic aswell and if its turned on, ask him she said. Mum was enjoying this. I certainly was i was so horny still had a semi hard cock, tucked into the waist band of my shorts. I typed to pete do you have a mic? Then all off a sudden we heard hi guys, Mum.