I brought out the tube of "Super Heat", and placed it on the floor where I could get at it if she needed a little extra to get her moving like I hoped...she would. I gave her well marked ass a couple of good swats with my open hand to let her know that she was about to get cornholed. I could see her flabby body getting tense as she awaited the entry of my cock into her shitter. I held those crimson cheeks wide apart and positioned the head of my sheathed cock against her sphincter and put some. Oh by the way what’s your name?” “I’m Sara,” She answered, I said, “Hi Sara, I’m Dave.” We talked for a couple of hours as we got to know each other better. She told me that her father and uncles liked to hunt and she really didn’t mind that people hunted. She was a nice person that got talked into doing something that she didn’t really want to do. I found out we both lived in the same area of the city about five miles from each other. She rolled over on top of me and gave me a nice long. ’ His surprise was evident. ‘We’ve been two and a half hours. I’m so sorry. At least let me buy you some food.’ She couldn’t be angry. It was a completely straightforward suggestion. It wasn’t a date. It was what you would expect from anyone. Guilt at having taken so much of her time. The need to eat. And a quid pro quo for the coaching. Unbelievably she found herself accepting. As they waited for their food they were both amazed at how easily they chatted. About studying. About friends. About. Once inside, Anastasia took off her leather coat. She was wearing a black long sleeved shirt. I couldn’t help but notice she had big breasts. She caught me staring, so I quickly looked away and glanced around the room. There was hardly anything in it and there were cobwebs everywhere. “Nice place,” I said sarcastically. Anastasia looked at me funny and then slowly said, “No it’s not.” “I was being sarcastic.” Anastasia continued to look at me with a funny face. “I was kidding, lying, whatever.