Finally, it was more than I couldtake. I had been in enough playground scuffles to know what to do. Ieasily grabbed my sister's arm and twisted it beh...ind her. She wincedin pain. I couldn't resist rubbing it in a little. "Who's the girl now? Huh?Speak up, I can't hear you." Margaret just glared at me with a hateful scowl. I could tell shewas furious, and I've got to admit, the look on her face scared me alittle bit. She couldn't stand that I was showing her up in front ofher stupid friends.. But my attraction to this particular men was something more. I was turned on by Dave. Before, I had only been attracted to girls and women but now...."I like your husband, Miss" I finally answered, as I continued to pound into his ass. "Good boy. Well show him how much you like him, Ben."It was the last little encouragement I needed. I broke from her gaze and looked down at her husband's well-defined back. Bending forwards, I pushed up the little lacy vest and lowered myself onto him so that I. This mugger must have been a beginner because his swing was overhand and not side-arm. That made the swing of the club easier to dodge, and that was a boon that was always welcome. The downward pass of the club barely missed me, as I had intended. I countered the blow by swinging my arm up to encounter the elbow of the swinging arm.There was a very satisfactory scream of pain as the elbow was hyperextended just before it broke. The mugger dropped to his knees and released the club. I did not. I remember I was gasping and panting, and at some point, long beyind the level of pleasure I normally built to before it would peak and shimmer through me, I lifted my knees off the ground pressing my full weight into my little pussy, bucking back and forth with the movement of my hips and my toes now the only part of my touching the ground, and the pleasure and the pressure down in my tummy just kept building and building, my chest and my whole body tight, and it just kept on building higher.