He's not a professional like those other two." Gosh, I suppose you're right. We would probably need to do it several times; just to get him at ease." ...he looked at me like the amateur that I clearly was, "Being in front of the camera is not as easy as it looks." I have no doubt." I managed to not crack a smile. I did not realize that my wife was now a professional porn actress who took her craft so seriously.In the thirty minutes it took to get home, she had decided. We would sit him down. From my seventy-year-old perspective, I knew what they meant, but not Frau Schmidt’s story.“What does that mean?” I asked, pointing at her forearm.Frau Schmidt looked at her forearm. She brushed her sleeve down, covering the tattoo and inhaled deeply. Her eyes closed as she looked through the walls to a different time and a place of humiliation, brutality and death. Finally, she turned to Col and me.“Col knows a little of this, but Willi, have you heard about the death camps the Nazis set up?”I. So I paused for a few seconds hoping I wouldn't cum, then started slowly pushing the rest of the way in. I was trying to get it all in her. She finally told me it wasn't going any further and it was hurting. I still had an inch left. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I can still remember the way her pussy felt 25 years later. I never knew something could be so soft, warm, tight, and wet. I held still for a few seconds longer, then asked if she was ready, she said yes. I slowly pulled out. My jet black curls didn't attempt to hide the guilt-ridden expression of uncontrollable pleasure from my face. I looked like such a dirty slut getting pounded from behind by a guy I barely knew."Jason, please!" Ugh, this turns me on so much! "Don't cum in me!" Be more detailed. Tell me what you expect to feel when I cum!" Jason demanded."Ah!" I shivered and let my eyes roll into the back of my head. "Your cock pulsing, cum shooting out, filling up my pussy!" Yeah, I'm going to do that!"I.