It was nearing Valentine’s Day when Carla and I signed up for a double deck Pinochle tournament. She insisted on going over all the rules and practi...ing various scenarios that might arise during a game. I distinctly remember it was a Friday night and I wanted to go out partying but Carla was adamant. I was able to concentrate for maybe a half hour but started making simple, unforgivable mistakes. Carla was angry but I produced a joint and with some reluctance on her part, we puffed away. Soon a. Once he was all the way in me, he pulled out and started to pump me a little faster. All I could muster up and say was ohhhhh. I moved my legs from over the arms of the chair to his shoulders, so I could have a deeper penetration. He started to pump into me faster and faster I dug my finger tips into his back and I let out this semi loud cry about me coming. That was twice this handsome man made me cum in a matter of moments. After my body came down from another glorious high, I wanted to ride. Smiles grew on their faces as they came together for hugs, kisses, and saying how much they’d missed each other.“Mom and Dad this is my husband, Dan Hayward,” Tina beamed with love and pride.“Jeff Hamilton,” he acknowledged, offering his hand. Dan noted Jeff was about his height with a few more pounds on him. He had a full head of lengthened salt and pepper coloured hair and sharp facial creases from a life of working outdoors.“Hi Jeff, glad to finally meet you, or would you prefer I call you,. No!.. NO!” she screamed as the first pulses pierced her cunt. Her scream was even louder when the pulses struck in her ass.She decided that there was nothing she could do about the poking pulses and tried to relax and accept them– or at least, endure them. When she did, something changed. They didn’t exactly become pleasurable, but they were no longer pain. They were just... very intense.She didn’t know how long the pokey pulses lasted, but almost as soon as it switched back over to the gentle.