Grant held her tightly and started fucking her as fast as he could. Kim began to feel the heat on her back as her skin rubbed against the carpet with ...each fucking thrust. Her breasts bounced up and down in time with each penetration.In almost no time at all, Grant threw his head back and shot his load into her. Kim finally stopped struggling, believing that it was finally over. Grant popped his member out of her, still a little stiff and covered with his sperm. He put his hands on either side. So she decided to check it out.She went to the Western Wall and saw an old Jewish man walking slowly up to the holy site. She watched him pray for almost an hour.When he turned to leave, holding a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview.“Pardon me, sir, I’m Rebecca Smith from CNN. What’s your name?”“Morris Feinberg”, he replied.“Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?”“For 75 years.”“75 years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”“I pray for. He was looking forward to seeing Annie again, and wondered if she had managed to conquer some of her residual fears.Robert had thought about his interactions with her a lot, and he realized that there were a lot of signs that she had been uncomfortable around him at times. He simply hadn't picked up on them, but now that he was aware of her story, he knew he would be able to catch most of the signals that had so easily gone over his head before. So much for his ability to read people's 'tells',. She now wore a tight yellow v-neck shirt. It was obvious she had left her bra at home which let her nipples push against the thin fabric. She also wore another pair of short shorts that were tight enough to outline the sweet folds of her pussy and short enough to give a good look at her butt cheeks. As she exited the golf cart, I got a good look at her tanned legs. There was nothing deficient in Betty. She was a vision come true. I stood up as she walked over to where I was sitting. "Nice RV,".