How could she be so relieved that her husband was dead? Did that make her a monster?No. He had been the beast. Now there would be no more bruises ... ...o more loose teeth from his fist hitting her mouth. There would be no more drunken rages where she was dragged to the bedroom, stripped bare and then taken like a common whore. She shuddered, as she had for years, at the thought of his slapping hands and squeezing fingers, that left bruises on her after sex that was always painful. No longer. "Real slow. Give me just the tip." She moaned and ground her hips as I slid the head of my cock past her tight, resistant asshole. The sensation of pressure and the smoothness of her ass cheeks against my thighs got me really hot. "Ooh!" Shandi gasped. "You're a natural at this, honey. Now give me a little more. Just an inch. Very, very slowly." I complied, spreading her more to allow my dick to penetrate her rectum. It felt great. It felt like her ass was sucking my cock.. Our bodies convulsed in orgasm together, as if we were one.I let myself down onto her, looked the clock and realized we had been fucking for almost anhour and rested atop her for a moment, after which I pulled out of her and rolled over onto thesheets.We caught our breath as I looked at her and saw perspiration from our combined efforts on her body. Nancy got up on her hands and knees and started working me over with her tongue and lips, from my face to my neck, down my chest to my abs. She. "Fuck me good and hard."Randy smiled. Apparently, Jacquelyn's Daddy wasn't giving her all that she needed at home. That's his loss, he thought. I'm more than willing to take up the slack for her.Since the pillow was still under her ass, her pussy was at the right level to fuck in this position so he stayed on his knees and plowed his cock in and out of her. He soon began to pound her pussy hard and deep, keeping a steady rhythm that was fast enough to keep her enthused, but slow enough that she.