Yes, hethought to himself, this was actually it, one way or the other, he raped her.No matter that she volunteered for this after assessing the situat...ion betweenher husband and the rascally neighbour. This was rape, no matter how it feltfor him. Or her. No matter whether her pleas and screams and tears were allplayact or reality. No matter whether she really needed some thick manmeat in her as he was telling her. This was rape. And,closing his eyes, Benjamin wiped the sweat from his forehead.. . It is.” She began rocking and rotating her hips. “This feels really good.” Irene lifted up on her elbows. “Breasts?” Martin placed his hands on her sides so he could massage her nipples with his thumbs. “Oh, this is really good.”“I can feel your heart,” he said, “beating faster.” She began panting. Her rocking motion was giving Martin scant stimulation; nonetheless he was able to keep his erection strong.“Oh, God!” she gasped. “Martin -- I’m coming!” She pushed against him as he continued. ”It’s stuffy in here so we’ll let a little air in.”And with a reminder that dinner was still an hour away, she was out the door leaving us alone again.Jacquie quickly retrieved the vibes from her pillow and started to unfasten her blouse. ”Well, what are you waiting for?”I looked at my BFF in a stunned silence. I knew she had a wild side and that she was way more adventurous than me, but I had never seen her like this.Back against the headboard, Jacquie had her kilt up again and was running the. Jacks hands slid to her ass and he pressed, following the rhythem of her hips as she thrusted him deeper, and deeper and deeperrrr. Ilanas heartbeat quickened, and her hands moved to Jacks hair, his hat on the ground, her fingers exploring. She began to moan again, against his lips, over and over, as if nothing else in the world mattered but this being who was inside of her, moving inside of her, pleasuring her to speechless. He moaned as well, but softer, and longer. He quickned the pace, in.