I could only assume it would hurt.My jeans were off and folded and I pulled by boxers down to my ankles, I did notice Mrs Whittingham undoing the top ...bottom of her blouse, she must have been getting warm. I caught a slight glimpse of her cleavage, she had well proportioned breasts I thought must have been where her daughter got hers from. I felt my erm member feeling somewhat stiff and erect a bit embarrassing.“Feeling a little excited are we David, or is that fear” said Mrs Whittingham, I just. Maine kaha thik hai uske baad maine usse jabardasti pakad liya aur uske hotho per apni jeebh pherne laga wo chootney ki koshish ker rahi thi phir maine ek haath se uske boobs dabane laga o use bhi mazza aane laga uske baad maine use zammen pe hi lita dia aur use uper chad ke auske top utar diya aur uski bra bhi uske baad main uske boobs chusne laga wo ahhhhahhhhhh ahhaaha plz mujhe chod do na keh rahi thi uske baad maine uski jeans ka button khol diya aur uski jeans utar di usne black colour ki. Hello, Glen, if you're there pick up..." She pushed the forward button, saving the message for Glen's return. The second message was obviously a sales call, which she erased. The third was a hang up barely caught by the machine. She erased that one as well, shaking her head in disgust at people who listen to the whole message but who couldn't be bothered to say anything. "Why don't they just hang up earlier," she thought.Picking up the phone she dialed the pizza place's number by memory.. We finished our fuck, and Peter drove me to the bottom of our avenue, and I walked the rest of the way home, basically to let the night breeze cool me down, so the smell of sweat, cum, and juice, wouldn't be so powerful as I walked into the house, of course my husband wasn't home, so I jumped in the shower, and gave myself a good scrub, feeling the tenderness of my cunt lips, where Peter had pounded them, I dried myself off, and got into my PJ's, which I had started wearing when Peter started.