So we began to chat.It was ideal for me, as he didn't get straight into trying to get me to flash stuff at him, so I had time to tell him my fantasy s...tory: how I had found this site in my husbands internet history and had been on previously when I said I had been turned on by all the fit men wanting my attention. How this was my second time on, how I had put on sexier clothes, but was still quite shy. He was being very nice. He said he was 26. I said I was 35 (she said I was a liar!).. At first I did not feel anything special other than her muscles clenched down on me in time with his thrusts. But as both of us got harder, I could feel his thrusts into her pussy clear through the flesh separating it from her rectum!! Talk about an incredible rush!! I began trying to match him thrust for thrust from the bottom!! [/image]I have no idea who started it or what order it took place now. All I know was that one of the three of us began an orgasmic chain that then rattled back. This time i am clearly visible of her half left boom, then i slowly touch her bare boom with one finger, still she in deep sleep, then i got courage to touch her full boom with my palm and press slightly, and slowly i turn my face to close to boom, and kept my full face between that 2boom and i feel that heat and smell for some time, then slowly i pull her bra to see another boom. Now i am seeing fully 2 boom clearly, and kept my mouth one boom and suck, mean time my hand squeeze the other boom. Alive at least. With nothing. This hadn’t worried Sharon before. Her very life had been her chief concern. But now she was sure. Her blouse was removed, thrown aside no doubt in the rape. Her sandals that she’d bought in the high street when she and Tracey were happily planning the holiday: gone forever, trampled into the dusty fields outside. And her bag, with her passport, money and possessions, gone also. Never to be seen again. Along with her last hopes of ever leaving Buggery by the normal.