" I lifted one finger. "Number one. Have a Vagina."I rose up my second finger. "Number two. Do not block the Vagina."I added a third finger. "Number t...ree. No talk, Shhhhhhhhhhh..."My wife just grinned, but Beth said. "Ron, all men are not like that. Take your brother, William for example..." Beth, you want me to take an example from a guy who let his wife put diesel fuel in their gas powered Prius Hybrid?"Beth looked embarrassed for a moment, as I recalled having to tow them home. Then the. Carolynthen took my hand and led me into the formal dining room. She pulled outa chair for me next to Mrs. Alexander at the large table and then pushedme in.The table seemed almost too empty, but then I remembered that Mrs.Alexander had been recently widowed, and Mrs. Alexander had explainedthat her daughter Susan had decided to stay on the East Coast withfriends for the holiday.Everything about the mansion was beautiful; it was immense and decoratedwith ornate lace curtains and fresh flowers. "Fuck my ass, you bastard." Your voice is thick with lust. "Ram that fat cock up my asshole and make it hurt." You spit out the last words. "DO IT!"I kneel behind you. I'm hard as never before, a full nine inches and correspondingly thick. I grab your hips and ram into you, splitting your ass wide open, and you scream, one pure note that sounds like it could shatter every piece of glass in the house. Your ass is so tight it takes me three or four thrusts to fill you completely, your muscles. Hard telling where she would strike next and I didn’t want it to be me again. She was a very petite girl, maybe 5 foot tall, dark black hair, and deep blue eyes, her skin was almost white, or as they say in the romance novels that my last girlfriend loved so much, alabaster. Her make-up was very dark and gothic, but it didn’t hide her pretty face and eyes, as much as I believe she wanted it to. She was wearing a black lacy top and tight black jeans. Her body was very nice, with pert little tits.