But she knew that. The only foreplay between them typically consisted of her preparing him anyway. She was his plaything. He was not hers. There was n... need for him to provide foreplay for her pleasure. No, he simply inserted himself into her whenever he wanted, just like right now. He rammed her hard, slamming into her already sore and bruised pussy. She cried out in pain as the tears immediately came to her eyes. He persisted, but thankfully, didn’t fuck her quite as hard as he did at the. Missus Dumas seemed to require less support as they moved down the hallway. In fact she was really leading since the older woman obviously didn't know the layout of the house, and would have had to guess where her bedroom was.Julia caught the light vanilla fragrance and recognized the yin and yang decorating in the marital bedroom. The heavy dark furniture gave the room a masculine feel but it was off-set by delicate ornaments on the tables and dresser, and art work on the walls that were. "I made the semi-obligatory leering grin and said, "Everything?"She laughed again. Deirdre didn't giggle. She had none of the nervous mannerisms I was used to in the young girls I had dated. If she thought something was funny, she laughed. If she was nervous, she admitted it. She never giggled."Yes, everything. She is going to love this story."I was a little flip with her. "Oh, you tell her about all your love affairs, huh?"She took the bait. Her eyes flared with a different kind of spark, and. I think I surprised him because I got my kiss and Carl got his taste of cum. ‘Mmmprh. What are you doing?!? Ugh!’ Carl pushed me away. Not exactly the response I was looking for but I enjoyed the moment. We sat there is silence for a few minutes. Finally Carl started the car and drove me home. It was a quiet ride the entire way. He did walk me to the door but for some reason did not try to get a kiss goodnight. I was more then ready for a kiss and a grope. Realizing I might have gone too far.