To scream was not a stretch, for Patti hadn't felt quite so close to violated in her twelve years of marriage.  There was an unhinged, brutish quality to the piston of Terry's hips which already had her supple lips spread wide, eyes rolled back only to expose more of her neck as she sighed in deep, dark hisses.  That planted foot, branched further out thanks to her lover's readjusting moments ago, now crept inward once again whilst its knee sank in to exert a partial hug upon his lower body.  Upon his next thrust those upturned lips would utter a loud, guttural shriek the likes of which Terry had probably never heard.  Patti squealed at the peak of her voice, and that sensual moan would draw out for several seconds more as she quieted.<em>"Oooooooooooooh, God!  Baby, yes.  Oh, yes!"</em>Again her hips leapt, meeting his downward thrust with a heartfelt counter which jarred their bodies together.