We pulled the sheets off the bed and she stuck them in the washer and turned it on while I made the bed. That seemed to surprise her."Huh! You really ...re domesticated aren't you?" I like to think so," I admitted."That settles it, you definitely get that second date." Thank you ma'am, I'm most appreciative." What do you like for breakfast?" You want me to stay?" I asked, slightly surprised. "Won't Tina notice?" Hah! You're way too late for that. Whose idea do you think it was for her to stay. Quickly I released her and put her into a large and comfortable easy chair in which she promptly coiled herself up, as if utterly exhausted and ashamed of her absolute surrender, but really to escape the sympathetic and pitying glances from Connie. It was as clever a piece of acting as I had ever seen!I went across to Mrs. Blunt and without a word, I touched the springs and set the machinery at work. "Oh! Oh!" she cried as she felt herself drawn up again and her legs being remorselessly dragged. In another common fantasy I was the girl in hot pants at a boxing match who pranced about the ring between rounds holding the large number cards until the six or seventh rounds when the boxers couldn’t take the tease of me any longer. Any of the many men I had sex with after I was widowed, including my second husband might have been fucking himself off inside me while my mind was elsewhere, filled with the images of both boxers excited enough to join forces and fuck me senseless right there in. In a loud voice, she clearly did not enjoy his entrance, and began screaming for him to stop, wait and go slowly. None of which he did! Pulling out slightly, he realigned himself and then drove his cock, full length, into her anal cavity."Oh, please wait,"she screamed. "God, you are tooo big. It hurts really bad."John wasn't having any of that. "You wanted force, your getting it." He was playing with her clit a little, and knew she was enjoying it much more than she was letting on, so he went.