“Everything ok?” He asks me, “does it hurt?” his voice says he truly cares.“Yes, yes.” I answer both his questions before my mind catches ...p with me and I explain my answer, “I’m ok, it hurts but it feels so good.” I tell him my voice a whisper, I couldn’t speak any louder if I tried because the sensation of being stuffed by this stranger was making my brain feel fuzzy.“I’m gonna move slowly.” He tells me as I feel him lean over me pressing his hard stomach against my back and kissing my. She looked me up and down. She had a look of scorn on her face. Although she was looking at me when she spoke I knew she was talking to Paul.“God, I see what you mean. When you said she wasn’t in shape any more I never imagined…”Her words tailed off. She turned back to my husband to kiss him again, lingeringly.I was crushed, humiliated and hurt yet my body was saying the opposite. My nipples on my huge, sagging breasts were like rock and sticking out. I thought I was going to drip onto the. When I finally collapsed, he gently kissed my inner thighs, then gave my quivering pussy some gentle licks before making his way up my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over. I sighed in deep contentment as he lay beside me, pressing his rock hard cock against my thigh, and wrapped himself around me, content to let me rest for a few minutes. He knew that I had a lot of unreleased passion in me, and he was willing to bide his time so I could focus all of it on him.I rested contentedly in. I closed my eyes, tried to imagine I really was a woman, enjoying the attentions of a man.Richard was getting excited too. But I was desperate for appreciation. I reached down and edged up my skirt a little. I realised I was going to have to 'work' a little more quickly."Slide your hand up a little higher, Richard, here, let me help you."I took his hand in mine, noticing how feminine my own hand looked next to his, the fingers seemed slimmer, the long nails glistening in the reflected.