Well, that is until the night the fact of me bein’ a girl was pounded repeatedly down on all our heads.We was headin’ for one of da’s favorite s...ort trip banks when the starboard diesel starts a makin’ noises like a rock crusher. We shuts er down and gets into a shithole cannery town on the port engine. We would have just gone on to St. John’s, but the weather was turning squally and my da, bless him, never lets us take a batterin’ for no good reason. Da knows it’s gonna be 30% higher and take. He could do whatever he wanted to, whenever he wanted to and he liked that. But there was something missing. He’d shared his life for too long a time to be completely happy living alone. Make no mistake, he was in no way in a rush to jump back into marriage, but he did wonder from time to time if he would ever meet somebody again who he wanted to commit to.He had made the mistake of thinking of the life of a bachelor as one of an endless series of encounters with single women. It had always. I was also scared if someone would’ve seen us and tell my hubby about it.A few weeks passed, and I was strong enough not to look at him.The routine was there, so the days passed really fast, I felt less and less guilty about the stuff happened during the past month. One morning, after hubby and kid left home, I was doing my regular errand of reading some stories and masturbating ;) and some angels brought me the memory of this ice cream place incident and I ended up cumming thinking about what. The vibrator pushes deeper, the trusts in her ass feel like a miniature jackhammer. Yes! Oh god, yes! She comes again. When will it end? How much more can she take? Her pussy is swollen and puffy. Her ass is so loose, her clitoris so engorged. She comes again. The orgasm is almost blinding, in her minds darkness she sees color splashes more vibrant than any artist. It can't get better than that can it?* She comes down from her high trying not to focus on the buzzing down below, or the pounding.