My head was now firmly in his grasp with one of his strong hands firmly gripping my blond hair, and the other gripping my throat. George then started ...thrusting hard into my pussy. So hard that he was propelling my whole body forward while he was guiding my mouth down over Patrick's cock. The thought of my husband forcing me to deepthroat this big black man who we had met but an hour before was erotic beyond measure, and I started cumming like crazy.George kept thrusting his own cock harder and. I tried to slow my breathing as I slid my shorts down around my ankles and took a seat.What felt like hours, passed slowly and without sound. I had no clue what was going on with her. I was afraid she’d gone into the house, or drowned, or seen me go into the shed and her and my parents were waiting outside with Dad’s belt. Then it happened. Suddenly the hole was awash with light. I watched her take a clean towel off the little rack at the entrance by the dryer. Her hair was wet and sticking to. I said it was perfect.I called a company that hauled cars for Warren and asked if he could haul three cars down to Taylor for us from the Dallas Area. I mentioned that he had hauled some cars for Warren and he said sure. The movers were scheduled for Wednesday, so we moved to a motel down the street from us and we lived out of a suitcase for two days. It was nothing we hadn't done before, so it was no big deal. The movers came bright and early Wednesday morning and their packers were the first. He's got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere, Charles had said, since of course they'd brought por- table propane stoves and lanterns for heat and light. The fire drew the only appreciative statement from Kristen Joe had heard all day. She'd allowed that it was "OK."Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all retired to their tents and the pumps started up. Joe's mind filled with the image of the pink haired girl having a shower and despite his irritation at her, found his loins.