He must have been at least 8 or 9 inches long, and was as wide around as a large bottle. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him as hard as h...e could. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he thrust into her over and over again.Once again, I got to see her being fucked from behind, head pulled back, titties flapping in the wind. What a sight! I stood in front of her watching. She looked like she was in pain, but whenever he stopped fucking her, her hips kept on moving up and. The post script to the letter was if she was interested in meeting to be at a cafe' on Norwood Pde at 2 pm the following Saturday, otherwise he would live with a broken heart, I have to admit to laughing at that part but I admired his nerve. After talking it over with me Anne said she was intrigued by the whole idea, and admitted his body interested her one part of it at least.On the appointed day and time Anne walked into the cafe' looked around to see if there was anyone she already knew, at. I also apologized for the act.But we both needed each other badly we got up and when she bend down to take her sari I could clearly see her cleavage. This made me much hornier which she also noticed. I wanted to have this lady at any cost today that too with her consent. I could see the same kind of intention in her eyes we both are in lustful love. I proceeded and held her at her hip and pulled her and planted a kiss on her lip for which she also responded equally. I started to explore her. New Order’s worse, yes, but BoJo can rot in Hell,” Trevor scoffed.“Yes, Boris Johnson and his Leave campaign made New Order possible in the first place, by weakening the existing party structure and leaving a vacuum that New Order could fill. I’ll never forgive him. He can go roast near the New Order bitches when they land in Hell, too, if there is one. If there’s not, they need to invent one just for politicians!” I heaped on the hatred of Johnson, a most repugnant man and likely the whipping.