"Come on, boy", she half shouted, "fuck it. fuck it hard".Derek obliged, his flat pelvis slapping rhythmically against Martha's shuddering arsecheeks.... She cried out in pain, then in pleasure. Waves of nerve-shredded agony were replaced alternately by deep, intense pleasure as the punter quickened his pace and began to drop beads of sweat onto her back. For the watching Sylvia, it was an indescribable thrill to watch Derek's fat cock pumping in and out of Martha's slackening arse.With such a. .I dont know....I will make it alright....will buy her some flowers or some shit....I dont know?" She tails off sniffing loudly and I am guessing she is crying, or about to."Annie please...look at me" I sit firm and fold my arms tight across my chest. I cant resist but to peep at her over my shoulder, I see her face all blotchy staring back, the bottom of her breasts peeping out under her vest top, the ridiculous yellow polka dots of her cotton gusset as she lay knees wide apart on the bed."Im. But he can't act like nothing's happening. He has to do something this time. Besides, this is his room. He forces open the door but what he spots inside the room is nothing like he expected.He sees two people on a bed. One of those is unmistakingly fucking the absolute shit out of the other. Currently tightly hugging her pillow is a blonde on all fours taking it from behind. Her round and plump tits sway with each powerful thrust. Having her face buried inside the pillow and screaming her lungs. I held her hand. We said nothing for a bit, and then it was as if we were two adults talking about career choices some more. She brightened up, and as we parted, the whole issue seemed to have vanished. ‘The worst part,’ I told Sophia, ‘was that I had just done what people would say was the right thing, and I felt terrible about it. We were one elevator button and a cardkey away from a beautiful day in my room.’ ‘Then I suppose that I should be proud of you, huh?’ She leaned over and kissed.