Maybe half a dozen thrusts into you. Blood. Not where you’d think it would come – no, bleeding from your pussy would have been too ordinary, and w...e could blame it on friction or a host of other things. It came out of your nose. Yes, I fucked you so hard, I made your nose bleed. Blood on the pillow. Blood on the sheets. Pull my cock out of your pussy and grab a box of tissues. How long did it take for the bleeding to stop? Half an hour? By then we were approaching midnight, and we were both. Maybe it wasn't her. Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with her husband. She did not spend much time thinking of her husband, the thing inside her did not let her think very much at all.She watched the boy, pregnant with lust, intoxicated with need. She fantasized about what it would be like to touch him. Could she do it? Cheat? She never would have thought she could ever do that. But there was no way to deny this feeling, this madness rising up inside her. Her mind was in turmoil. The. Tom and I watched from the restaurant, as Giuseppe came bustling up and joined the men climbing down from the wagons. After a few moments, discussion Giuseppe began pointing, and the well wagon crews began moving the wagons back behind the stable and unharnessing the stock. Satisfied that everything was under control, Tom and I returned to our table to wait for Giuseppe to get everyone settled in for the evening.Giuseppe and John Gillespie joined us half an hour later. Over coffee Giuseppe. Her bum was red as well and I gently rubbed that too. As I rubbed her cheeks, her crack opened up and I could see her brown wrinkled arsehole and a bit further down her quim. I became excited and started to breath quickly and I felt hot. I put some more cream on my fingers; with my left hand I rubbed the cheeks of her round red bum and with my right hand I wanked my prick under my skirt until it was stiff. Lizzy's legs were apart so I stood in between them and moved down until I could push my.