God that woman was a randy sexually depraved woman. And I loved her. She got out a tube of tooth-paste from her handbag and said, "We will use this as...lubrication. It will need to be well lubricated for the first time and so will my husband's cock".Well she put some on her finger and started to rub it around my ass-hole. The feeling was sensational. It was hot, slightly stinging, and had me ready for anything. Next she put more on her finger and inserted it into me. Hell I was on fire for a. In truth, I couldn't wait to read David's private mail and see what I might learn about him while I inhabited his shell.The oldest letter was from just after the first of the year. We were in the last week of May, so they'd been pen pals for at least four months, give, or take. I settled back against the headboard, with a small mountain of pillows stuffed all around me, and began to read...Dear Davy,I arrived home from the ski trip on Saturday night, just as I said I would. Our young adult. "We know we can be a bit draining from time to time."I couldn't stop smiling; it was evident he liked my costume. "Well," Matt said as he stopped. "Thank you," he smiled.He had a fantasy of fucking a slutty nurse, and I was dressed as a very slutty nurse. White leather outfit with a red cross on the pocket a stethoscope wrapped around my neck and hanging between my exposed cleavage. The dress was short enough to expose my bare ass, and the top barely covered my large breasts, one wrong, and. I can’t.”Her hand cupped my buttock, lifting me into a deft roll of her hips. I gasped as the pleasure radiated through me, my nipples beading hard and tight against her breast. The light dusting of crisp hair was an unbearable stimulation. My core ached, begging for the hard-driving thrust of her pussy.My nails raked her back from shoulder to hips. She arched into the rough caress with a low growl, her head thrown back in deliciously erotic abandon. “Again,” she ordered gruffly, her face.