Karen never really liked taking it from behind, always thought it too impersonal. But her moans and the fact that she was pushing back to meet my ever...y thrust, meant that her thoughts had changed on the subject.There was a low hum emanating from her throat, as our body collided with each plunge. I reach up and grabbed her lovely red hair, pulling her head back as I drove my throbbing cock into the depths of her core. I saw her legs start to tremble and heard her gasps of breath as we both. My name is Louise and I am a single mother of a four year old daughter named Melissa or Misty. Having been subjected to molestation in my childhood by my nasty Uncle, I have vowed to reap vengeance upon all men who remind me of him. While I am out working or hunting, Misty is looked after by an old close friend named Amy. She knows of my past and what I do for a living and understands. Amy keeps informing me on any gossip about my exploits that she may hear of. My feelings towards my clientele. They say it's allows the best and deepestorgasm ever," he answered, the embarrassment and the longing evident onhis scrunched up, pathetic face.That selfish shit: me, me, me, me, me. Always about him. Always abouthis pleasure, his desires, his wants. I thoroughly believed that healso saw his desire as somehow degrading me. I was inclined to agreewith him.No right-thinking wife wants to put her finger up her husband's ass andrub his prostate until he comes. My finger up there. It's dirty.. Reaching under, he pulled his leg up, removing the tip from the horse and urged it to run for all it could. They made the safety of distance and continued riding at full gallop, putting more distance between them and the Earl. The relatively flat land along the shore, provided them with the ability to keep their horses at full speed, making for the narrows at the River Lochy. They splashed through the shallow water and the thick, silted sand, slowing them briefly, before getting back up to full.