I could tell he was getting ready to really ram me , so I hung on tight as he started to work my juicy ass slowly at first but driving all the way in ...to my buns each time. While the scenery wizzed by, he grabbed onto my hips and started pounding my tight hole harder and faster. The music was thumping, and I looked back and could see him enjoying pumping my ass, my body rocking back and forth with the rhythm of your pounding, my juicy buns reverberating with the force of each impact. I. Karen? Made me wonder if she…“I know you can’t do that, but you could do something similar…” and her smile grew, “… a picture window. Ginger’s had this fantasy of doing it in front of the window…”I thought for a minute. I liked it! Then I thought about what she’d said. “Yes! It’s perfect. You want to write it? It’s your idea. It’d be fun.”She shook her head, “No, you’re the writer. You do it. I’ll read it and make suggestions if you want, but I’m not a writer.” Ha! I’m not, either! At least I. “You filthy little cunt, one of these days your hunger is going to get me in trouble. You nasty little clock glutton.” Then she went back to licking herself. The whole thing was bizarre to witness and to be honest, it scared me a bit. But at the same time, the out of control depravity of what I was witnessing was intensely erotic. She continued talking to her vagina while she was eating herself out so I couldn’t make out what she was saying all that clearly except for occasional words and. It will just bring my troubles in to your life. I have been to scared to ask him for a divorce but will do that first thing when I get home," Linda replied trembling. "My mind is made up. I will talk with Ann but I am sure she will agree you can stay with us. We have a big house. However, we have an immediate problem, you only have the clothes that you wore here today. We need to get your things out of the room. Get dressed and I will go with you." Waiting until it sounded like he left the.