This was no longer a MILF game, but a pure and beautiful fuck. He wanted her and knew she wanted him. They lay there, facing each...other on the bed, their breath coming in short gasps. She reached again, for his prick. She loved to touch it, feel it, hold it in her hand. It was like a part of him became one with her. How could she feel this way about a boy young enough to be her son? She didn't care, she was living for the moment; the moment when he would slide his manliness. Victor’s hands pushed a bit more and I felt this huge piece of silicon entering and stretching my wet horny vagina.I started crying in pain; just forgetting that Victor’s dick was buried deep up my anus. The pain in my vagina was unbearable.My hubby stopped pushing, but I yelled at him not to stop…He pushed a bit more inches; slowly; more and more, until the whole f******n inches’ length disappeared into my stretched red pussy lips.I cried begging for more; I was crazy feeling pain up my. It was inquisitiveness that drew me out that first night. He stood below my window, his arms outstretched, his smile a flash of white in the dark.Wearing no more than my cotton shift, I slipped into the darkness to meet with him. We stole away to the shelter of the weeping willow beside the clear waters of the river at Fallon's Crossing. The tree is gone now and the river runs murky.How I loved the sound of my name on his lips. "Arabella," he whispered, his voice carrying on a gust of summer. "Do you need relief?" I asked."Yes, I do," she said."What would you propose?" I asked."Would you touch it?" she asked. I reached between us and lightly touchedher cock. She broke the kiss and leaned back, giving me access to touchmore than the edge. I touched it lightly with both hands. She wassmiling."You know what a cock likes. Don't be shy," she said.I put my hand around her cock. It was very hard. Not as thick as mine,but it was definitely longer. "How does that feel?" I asked."Stroke it,".