She relaxed her grip and he swiftly stripped the cover from her. He contemplated her naked form for several long moments, ‘Dang me if that aint the... purtiest pussy I ever did see.’ Without taking his eyes from her body he shed his chaps and pants, then forcefully pinned her to the bed and climbed on top of her. Instinctively she clamped her long legs together, but he gripped her knees and pulled her thighs apart, knelt between them and nudged her entrance with his cock. He pushed her legs. "In the first place," he said patiently, there is no 'we' yet. I don't know if there will ever be a 'we' or not, but I also know we'll never know if we don't get to know each other. In the second place, just because we're assigned to talk, and you got stuck with me, that doesn't mean there has to be a 'we' at all. In the third place, I am quite sure that, if the circumstances were right, it wouldn't matter that I'm shorter than you. I have the equipment, and you have the equipment, and I bet it. She screamed and he spanked her again, leaving red marks on her ass. She gasped with each slap but was clearly enjoying herself. He leaned down and spat onto her ass letting it run down onto her pussy. He began to rub his cock up and down her wet slit, slapping it on her clit before sliding it between her lips right up to her tight ass, then back again. She was moaning loudly but then said "oh no please dont!". For a split second I wondered what was happening but then I realised. He had roughly. She was in the living room with my dad. She was looking outside through the gap in the drapes. As I approached her, she turned to face me. “Uh ohhh!” she said. “Your ex is on the porch!”The panic that went through me, wasn’t lost on her. And the way her lips curled into a smile didn’t escape my notice. She headed straight for the door, as if she was going to let him in.I panicked and retreated to the kitchen. Even my dad was surprised and at his age, I think that he was a little afraid of.