Adrien continued pounding my ass, a gentle in and out at first, but slowly pushing and pulling faster and harder. Tears were sliding down my face. But...not because of any pain--and there was some as Adrien pulled his cock entirely out of my ass and all the way back in again, thus forcing his cockhead through my super tight sphincter time and again. No, instead I was crying tears of immense pleasure, happiness and contentment. I now knew that my asshole was made for another man's penis.I don't. "How do you like being ****d?" I asked, but off course he didn't answer. "If I ever so much as see you look at a woman the wrong way again, I'll have your balls for breakfast." I kicked him and then I ran.Something in me had diminished when I stepped away from him and I felt like a little girl hiding from the boogieman. The man I came in with was sitting at the table still and looked at me lovingly and rubbing his cock as I flew past him. I guess he has a fetish for S&M.That night, I grabbed. She gently lifted his chin so that their eyes met."Now listen to me, Crocket," she said kindly. "All I need for you is totrust me and to relax. All right? I know you peek at my catalogs,especially the ones with lingerie in them, so I've ordered you a fewthings to get started with. The package should arrive tomorrow or thenext day. So just take a deep breath and don't worry about anything."She squeezed his soft hand. "All right?"He nodded. "Thanks, mom."She got up and stroked his smooth. Or at least the best approximation my mind could conjure based on my new appreciation of Ruth’s past behavior. I waited for her to take some initiative, but instead she continued to lay on the bed as before, her legs wide apart and her pussy getting wetter by the second. So far, so good, I thought, as I inched my body closer and stopped as my nose bumped into her dripping panties. Ruth inhaled suddenly, all pretenses of sleeping gone, and clamped her legs against my head. My face, buried in her.