I told her I cleaned it good after I used it and I would buy my own jar of Vaseline to use, next time. But she was still mad at me in a jealous woman ...ay. It was like I was fucking her boyfriend by using her big vibrator on my ass and she didn’t want me doing it, anymore. But it felt so good inside of me, I couldn’t stop. So, on the nights she was sucking and fucking Ron, I was sucking and fucking her big ten inch vibrator pretending it was Ron’s big cock. I wondered how my mom would feel, now,. Man, you have always been so flexible. I was perspiring freely and seeing her with her legs up, her ass waiting for me to fuck it and her begging me to fuck her ass that she wanted it so bad, that was all the encouragement I needed, as I started sliding back until my dick-head almost slipped free, before watching her clenching muscle stretch as I thrust back in firmly. I quickly built up to a rapid pace, moving over on top of her and pounding her ass hole. Hearing Annette grunt and moan every. “I didn’t think anybody’d be up,” she justified in sleepy apathy. She then shuffled to the cabinet by the sink and grabbed her own bowl, turning a plopping into the chair nearest my own, diagonally to my right, her leg bumping mine under the table. She offered nothing by way of apology and fixed a bowl of cereal for herself, drowning the golden sugary nuggets in milk before sighing loudly in disgust. “I forgot a fucking spoon.”“I’ll get it,” I said, maybe a little too eager, then stretched. I don't want love, romance or slow seduction, because I already have those things...I just want to meet a hot guy, fuck like a****ls and go our separate ways, exhausted and satisfied. And for that, I'll take a guy with a big dick any day...and the bigger, the better. His job, his intellect and his conversation skills really don't matter because we may not ever see each other again. I've already got all those and other important relationship-based qualities in my husband, Steve (who just happens.