She squirmed blissfully beneath his finger sinking ever deeper into her cunt, so moist from the juices he had stimulated there. She felt it seeping from her vaginal lips, moistening her entire crotch, even to the cleft between her round full buttocks; and then it dawned fully upon her what they were doing… that Nadine could walk in on them… that there'd never been any other man to have her except her dead husband… that it was all wrong… all wrong! But, she didn't care didn't care… didn't care!

His prick jerked in her hand at every stroke, and as he increased his maddening, pleasure-inciting thrust up into her, so did she quicken and lengthen the pumping of her small, slender hand clutching tightly at his throbbing, erect shaft of flesh, feeling it grow and grow beautifully into unbelievable male hardness.

Perhaps it was his sudden squirming on top of her, trying to open her legs, that helped restore her wits, or maybe it was simply the reaction of strong religious convictions and loyalty to a memory thrusting its way through the ecstatic delirium of forbidden pleasure clouding her mind; whichever, she clamped her strong naked legs together tightly, her thighs clasping his stiff, pulsing cock between them, while he struggled frantically on top of her to get the blood-filled tip of his prick into the moist opening of her excited and passion dilated cunt.

"No… no, Jamey! No, we can't… we mustn't!" she hissed up at him, her teeth clenched as she writhed and struggled with every ounce of resistance she could muster, clasping his hot, hard rod tightly as it strained to enter her, its smooth nozzle splaying the soft lips of her throbbing cunt, inching ever forward from the weight and force of his near-insane attempt at penetration. "My God, no! You can't, darling… please!" she cried again, as she squeezed and writhed furiously; then, she felt it lurch, still within her clutching fingers and heard his uncontrollable gasp of frustrated ecstasy.