It relaxed him and that allowed him to see things more clearly.He was assured by his reverie; it was not the ravages of her fifty-five years that made...him hesitate. He just didn't like pressure about these kinds of things. Perhaps there were other reasons, too. They were for him to know. Everyone had a right to one's own secret thoughts. His recollection of her shapely bottom wouldn't go away. He reconsidered his doubts."Maybe she's not really insecure and stubborn. I'll bet she's just. No, I wasn't drunk. No, I didn't want to have sex with him. No, he didn't force me. I did decide that for some reason I've never been able to figure out that I shouldn't stop him, and I didn't.I'd worn a skirt, and he never even took down my panties. He just shoved them aside and he ignored how dry I was as he started to fuck me. As he entered me, I saw the clock, 5:43.As he fucked me, I fucked him back. No, it wasn't passion. I just wanted to have this nightmare end, to be over. I remember. ”I took one arm and he pushed on the table to stand with his other hand, he managed to do that, I put his arm around my shoulders. Then as I was about to walk him off, he resisted, stretched out his hand to grab the tumbler of whisky, he put it to his lips and as he just swallowed a little Vanessa grabbed his hand and took the tumbler from him, “You’ve had quite enough dear, just look at you!”She placed the tumbler onto the table and said, “This way young man.”Vanessa led the way and I followed. I opened my eyes, and saw Sabrina looking at me, and as I looked into her eyes, I knew I was going to come. I arched my back, muttered her name, and exploded into her stroking fist. She continued stroking softly for a moment, then cupped my testicles in her hand, and kissed me sweetly on the lips.“You said you could come more than once,” she said still stroking my cock.“Yes,” I said shaking my head with enthusiasm.She continued stroking me, and telling me about sexual experiences, fantasies,.