"How old is she?" Oh, she's old enough by far. She's already eighteen and some say she's going to be an old maid." Of course I will then, eighteen is ...old enough and someone has to teach her how it's done right. Are you sure you aren't just jealous?" I asked."Maybe, a little, but I don't think I am much. In one night you've shown me that I could never keep you satisfied. Besides, I'm Silas' wife," she said."Does he treat you badly? He doesn't beat you does he?" I asked, ashamed of myself for not. We sat for the coaching and I started with reproduction. When I reached to reproductive organs i could feel that she was getting conscious of my stares on her boobs which were quite visible thru her wet dress.Noticing this I put my hand on hers to turn her on. I was in all mood to satisfy my hunger for this slut tonight. Rakhi protested and said she wanted to go home. I told it was too stormy to go home. She persisted with her demand to go home and went towards the door. I closed the door and. The sounds of sex fill the room...our ragged breathing...our combined moans and sighs of pleasure...the wet slapping together of our bodies as we move faster and faster. My lunges become deeper and harder as my entire body begins to throb with need for you. Your flowing pussy soaks my cock...my balls...our bodies flushed and gleaming with a thin sheen.I know I won't last long this time...it's been too long....I need you too much....I fuck you harder...faster ....deeper.But your passion is just. I thought, “what the heck, let’s see if we can make this interesting.” “Brad, would you like me to give you a lift home?” “If it’s not too much trouble that would be great…. my sister seems to have switched her phone off.” “Sure, no problem, let me just put this in the garage first,” and I grabbed the nearest thing to me which was a pile of newspapers. As I walked into the garage I threw the newspapers in a pile and got on to my hands and knees to look for a small stone or a piece of gravel..