. I..." Honey, take your time," she said soothingly. "I'm here for you, you know that, right?" Yeah," he gasped. She could hear the pain and misery in... his voice. She waited patiently for him to say something more, lying in her bed with her eyes closed."Teresa?" he said finally, after almost three minutes of silence, as she listened to his ragged breathing."Yes, Scott?"He clenched his fist around the phone. Feeling like he was trying to bench press his Porsche, he finally managed to say. After a few strokes more, I started being a little harder with my fucking. Still being gentle, as she asked, but with a bit more force. In and out, in and out, deeper and harder than before. Her cervix was hitting my cock head. This was so pleasurable, not like the hard pounding that Sasha seemed to always want.I noticed that the sun had come up as it was peeking through my curtains. This made me glance over at my alarm clock. ‘8:32 am’. What the hell? We’ve been going for 3+ hours?Just at this. It was the biggest motor home conversion that I had ever seen. After it stopped, a lot of things happened. Outriggers deployed with warning bells and whistles. The entire side slid out like a motor home, and then a step came out at the door, antennas extended from the top along with a rack of cameras that were moving in every direction along with flood lights.Four Ford Expedition SUVs screeched to a stop around and behind the unit with SWAT teams exiting from all of them. The lieutenant waved a. She was wearing a nighty. I asked her if she is getting tickled. She said no. Slowly I moved my hands up and slowly touched around her boobs. She didn’t say anything. To my surprise, she was not wearing a bra. I slowly touched her boobs. I could feel her fast breathing.My dick was touching her ass. I didn’t hold her tightly. I was enjoying all this. Then I said. Maybe if you are not feeling tickled because I am touching on your clothes. She didn’t say anything. I even felt her tits. I was in.