As Norma backed out of the driveway, Sara reached across the kitchen table and took my hand. “Come sit with me on the living room sofa where it will... be more comfortable,” she invited me. The upholstered sofa in Norma’s living room was wide enough to sit three people comfortably, but Sara took a seat directly on the center cushion, and then patted the cushion next to her for me to take my place. When I sat down, our hips were touching. “I sure like the way you kiss, Darrell,” Sara announced. I. “No, not yet, rukh ja thodi der, oh fuck yes pump me, baby, oh yes oh fuck yes.” She replied in a rampant tone.I pulled out of her and laid down she got on top and began to slide herself up and down I pulled her dress down and lifted the bottom of it up and out of the way so I could take her clit with my hand, this made her ride me quicker.She rubbed her tits and kissed them as I then began to thrust up into her, she went up onto her heels and took me up and down her tits in her hands cupping. 'I best move if I want to visit the market. She didn't wear a bra for she had found it difficult to get one that was comfortable and did its job, but as the husband had told her as he rammed his cock up her cunt. "Your tits are fantastic Maureen. If they were allowed to swing and bounce while you were fucked, I bet you would get a few more inches up you".She wore an attractive skirt and a loose blouse that outlaid the impression of her tits almost to the level of a 'wet tee-shirt contest'. She. His entire body had become hypersensitive, a conduit to this evil which consumed him. And he had figured out what the women wanted from him. They wanted him to cum. They would not stop until he did. And so he tried to, even if his mind recoiled from the idea. It would surely be a ghastly sensation, the climax to this torment. But it was his only hope. The women kept repeating some words to him. Urging him to cum. He knew it.And though it terrified him, he tried to, just to make the torture.