As I pulled her mouth down to mine again to taste her musky scent on her tongue, I drove her back against the balcony door from which she had earlier ...fled. The rain pounded against the glass, delivering a chill massage to Veronica's back.My hands were acting of their own accord. One fought its way under her tight T-shirt in search of her glorious breasts while the other grappled with the button of her jeans. She started to undress me as well, but the b**st within me would have nothing of it. My. Eventually I found that with my legs against and inside hers and a hand pressing her back down I finally had her under control. The angle was awkward for spanking but I gave her a few smacks on each ass cheek. “You bastard,” she seethed. I gave her a few more.I ran a finger down her asscrack to her pussy lips. She was soaking.My cock was automatically lined up. I pushed it forwards and my big, bulging cockhead slid into her. She felt really ready. I pumped slowly and gently and in three strokes. Say. To. Me?” she said in a quietly menacing tone.I gasped at the pain in my groin, and I knew I had fucked up bigtime. I tried to laugh it off. “Oh I was just joking! I mean…”, I started to say.She squeezed HARD on my scrotum and I screamed in pain, and she relaxed her grip about by about by half, but not back down to the point when it had been before I’d started talking.“Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth. You were supposed to be GONE at least until tonight, and maybe as long as tomorrow night. Mike. 'sides, you're more than twice his age!" Well, if'n I ain't ever gonna be a grandma, maybe I'll just become a momma again," Mabel told her daughter. Her daughter just rolled her eyes at her as she got the full pan of sausages from the warmer and headed back to the serving line. "We're almost out of gravy, too," she called out as she went out the swinging door. This was not a new conversation they were having, I concluded.Mabel immediately got busy making some more gravy, so I took that as my.