She was like what feelings I went close to her took her hand put it on my chest she could sense my heart beating like crazy , She looked at me but din...pull her hand back that was my cue I leaned in and kissed her ,she responded as well , I ran my hand through her hair as the kissing was going on , she guided me into her bedroom , as soon as we were in I pinned her to the wall and removed the saree while standing , she started rubbing my dick on the pants in the meanwhile I was removing her. I remind you of an a****l between your legs, aggressively eating your delicate pussy, pouring all my energy into satisfying your whole body.Setting you down I force you to bend over onto the bed doggy style, spreading your legs, your cheeks and inserting my finger into your pussy a couple times before sending the giant rocket into your silo. Grabbing your hair I pull back while fucking you hard, your moans turn into tasteful, pleasing screams. I use my other hand to smack that bouncing ass,. We had a great house, nice cars and two strapping sons, both away at Uni, but it didn't seem to be enough.I definitely fell into the "plain Jane" category when it came to sex! Saturday night after a meal out, missionary position ,yes I love you and goodnight.Although with the onset of the menopause I often felt so very ,very horny and had after confiding in my best friend Julie bought offline a six inch "friend" which she recommended. This was now part of my morning regime most days. Once hubby. I tried so hard to forget them, to forget him, but it was impossible. Starring up at him now, I realized just how impossible it really was to forget him, or the feelings I felt for him, especially when all those feeling can rushing back. I looked up at him and hated myself for causing the look of pain on his face. ‘Please Jake, just let me go.’ I asked. I sounded and felt defeated. Nothing I could do would ever be right. I would never be right for him, I am too weak, too lost. It would be too.