Mrs. Woodburn nearly knocked me over as she engulfed me in her arms.“My dear, girl!” She stepped back and looked at me intently. I was puzzled b... this welcome. “You don’t look too worse for wear, though. Charles told me about the convention, but I want to hear all the details directly from you. What on earth were you thinking, dear? They didn’t hurt you, did they? I’ll ring Charles’ neck if he allowed anything to happen to you.”I took her arm and led her back into the house, stopping in. I start to rub faster, and slide my forefinger into my now dripping pussy. I press my thumb to my clit and trace around it in a circular motion. My hips buck slightly, and I'm unable to hold back a low moan. I look around, panicked. Did they hear something? The elderly woman is sorting through her wallet, and the businessman is on his phone. I watch the businessman in his black suit, the way his shoulders make him look strong, how large his hands are and what he could do with them. I. "Let's stay calm and just tell me what's gone on. I know you wanted something to happen – and I know you intended to enjoy it. Just tell it like it is – if I was going to murder you I would have stabbed you by now!"He forced a laugh as he uttered the last sentence."It's all a bit unusual so give me chance to absorb it. Don't shy away from telling me thinking I'm going to go off the deep end."Fine words, he thought, but could he hold it together?"I admit that Jim certainly didn't waste any time. I'd have much less pain if that thing was not halfway in andmoving with every leg movement. So I did exactly as I did before, Istarted to pull my knees to my chest and let that monster in, so thatwhen he finally was, I could lie flat on my back and keep it there, notmoving.Getting it in lasted for what seemed like forever. The successive wavesof pleasure that hit me as the dildo went deeper inside were likenothing I ever felt before. It radiated from my lower abdomen to thetips of my newly.