But I could tell this slow milking was turning her on too. She was starting to moan a little. I remembered how vocal she was in the car.“C’mon,”... I said, “I’ve got an idea.” She got off me. I pulled my dick in, but left my zipper down. Taking her by the hand I led her into the garden, which provided a bit of cover from the path. The students were growing beans, and the stalks came up to about mid-chest level. She got down on her hands and knees. I got behind her and started pounding her doggy. I knew I would never find out as her mom was very conservative and didn’t even like an off color joke. I continued to knead, and massage these mounds of pure woman flesh, and lowered my head to one nipple. I took one tit in my hand, sort of man handled it, squeezing it up to a cone shape with the nipple dead center. I ran the tip of my tongue around the areola several times, licked her nipple intermittently and proceeded to suck the nipple. To my surprise, her nipple stiffened and she was. I hope her neighbours were either deaf or out of their house, or both, for she shrieked like a banshee as I rammed into her. I knew she was a squirter and a screamer but she really surpassed herself as she redeemed my rain check. Other than that she was nothing like Ffion Probert. I never got that free fall feeling with Karen, but I did get into some new positions, and had love bites in places that even Ffion Probert hadn't reached.There was no love involved, at least not on my part. Karen. I don't doubt this; she can cum at the drop of a hat when she's horny. She had her legs spread as far apart as she could get them and was wiggling her ass up and down and around, wanting every inch of his giant cock as deep as she could get it.Terry fucked my wife for about fifteen or twenty minutes. He had that little skirt up around her waist and had pulled her tits out from her halter top. She was wearing some white mules, and she had her legs wrapped around his ass, her legs crossed at her.