Each stroke was slow and long – very long. At the end of each stroke he pressed hard against her, titillating her clitoris with his finger tip so ...hat her body endured an overload of sweet sensations. There was no thought of resistance. She just gave herself to his cock, taking it into her as if her very life depended upon it. She had long lost count of the number of climaxes she had achieved, but now felt his own starting to build within him. “Don’t stop,” she craved, “keep going,. I flew about thirty feet before slamming into the ice, snapping a carbon fibre ski pole as I landed. Sliding down the slope, I knew I was hurt but couldn’t tell how badly.After what seemed like an age, I ground to a halt. My goggles had been ripped off, my helmet cracked, my eyelashes were frozen shut and I hurt. Pulling off my glove, I carefully removed the snow from my eyes and surveyed the damage. Instantly I saw that my little and ring fingers on my right hand were dislocated; popping them. Ragini quickly strode to the attached bathroom and turned on the shower. She was annoyed with herself for loosing control like that after all she was a widowed mother of a daughter who was married and settled away in the Gulf. A woman with a successful life needing nothing that was left back by her husband. Stripping off her nightgown Ragini stepped into the warm shower and began to lather up her firm lithesome body. Ragini was forty-five years old with long black hair and beautiful and. I knew what would happen next because I was the story writer. I took the bottle of oil and oiled her once again, she was shining like a sex goddess in my room with all the lights on, her tits, ass belly hair were all oiled heavily and shining parts just wanted me to fuck her so bad that we both knew what was going to happen. I pulled her to me holding her hair breathing heavily towards her and she was too. I started to lick her pussy and ass hole and kiss mouth to mouth roughly for 5 minutes.