They had talked online, over the phone and even through conventional mail. Letters, love letters really, forbidden fantasies detailing longings to hel... cope with lonely nights. They talked regularly, about everything. They were both from broken families, keeping in touch only when absolutely necessary. They both felt too old for kids, even though neither were more than 35 years of age. They spoke often of books each had enjoyed or not enjoyed, sharing authors, poems and even the occasional. After a few more minutes of the hard and deep fucking, she was lifted off the bed and turned around. She was put on all fours and her head was pushed down to the bed. She moved her head to the side so she could breath, as her hips were pulled up a bit so her ass was fully exposed and pointing up in the air. She felt the coldness behind her. She then felt her juicy pussy lips once again being spread apart. She felt herself being penetrated from behind and let out a sigh. The spirit then began. .. And I expect to enjoy it more than sex with a man, simply because it’s not a man ... And whilst I’m fucking him ... You can wait in the other room, because this...”She pulls her white coat open, revealing a slim, tight little body - pale skinned, fatless ... She’s wearing a cute half-cup bra, showing off plenty of flesh (not the biggest boobs around, a nice B-cup, but still a lovely sight), black panties, very brief, and black elasticated stockings. Down at floor level, it’s a shiny pair of. At last they hauled me out and I scrunched up my eyes against whatseemed like really bright light. "Are you willing to co-operate,Rosemary, or do we have to put you in another cell with no toiletfaculties and leave you in your own mess for a while?"I nodded. "I'll do whatever you say, just don't put me back in thatcell." And I meant it as well. I was half expecting to be made to get onmy knees and perform sex acts, but instead I was ordered to get dressed.After so long without clothes I eagerly.