. doesn't matter."Suddenly she understood: for him, the money was all about her. He didn't earn it because he needed it, which was completely accurate... she'd rarely known anyone as frugal, as content within himself. He earned it to support her—her, and all she represented. Would he quit his job after this? She hoped not: the thought of him lolling aimlessly around his parents' house filled her with sadness. Let him keep some direction, some momentum in his life. Let him find some meaning. Now. I screamed as I had never had anul sex before and it felt like he was splitting me in two. He was nice enough to leave his cock in me without stroking in and out until I got used to the feel of it. He asked me if I felt ok now and I said yes but please be gentle. He slid in and out in very short gentle strokes but eventually he got faster and began longer deeper strokes until he was fucking my ass as hard as Tom had fucked my vagina. I pushed my body upwards , resting my hands on Tom's. Many days passed away without even talking to each other. It was just one month ago that this incident happened which once again re started the enjoyment of our sex life. I run a factory where around 30 girl workers are there. One of her was shereen. She was very nice and good looking but I was always afraid to touch her as she was very friendly with my wife who used to visit my factory now and then. She got married and the couple visited our house frequently. Shereen left the job after the. That they normally leave the bar together and that he only has let her dance and make out with guys. Never leave with them alone. Right about then I did not give a fuck about him. I was hard as a rock and ready to fuck. We got to my room. I must have broken a record. I got my clothes off fast and shit. She was equally as fast with her dress. Before I could say a word, she was on her knees giving me a royal blow job. It was the best blow job I have ever received. I’m 8 inches and thick. She was.