"I was kind of dozing when I heard you," she said. "I opened my eyes, and you were sticking your big butt in my face, so I thought I'd cop a feel."I s...ook my finger at her in mock retribution. "I want you to love me for my mind, not my butt," I said."Oh, I do," she said with a smile. "You can't help it if a cute butt is attached to your desirable mind, though."That rocked me back a little. Girls had cute butts, not guys. It had never occurred to me until that moment that girls might look at a. That was why I was standing next to Mike Harper at my fifteenth year class reunion. Mike was a very average football player. But he was a lady’s man par-excellence. I was neither. Nevertheless, because I was standing next to him in the university’s official Varsity Club tent, he just assumed I must be worth talking to. And he was definitely leering at Janet.He turned to me, one manly-man to another, and said, “Will you check out that chick over there.”Seriously!!! He’s 36-years-old and he just. And even though his fingers were exciting her, she wanted to be stuffed full again."I want some more of the big, black, beautiful cock, baby! You ready to fuck me again?" she said, looking over her shoulder at him."If your pussy isn't too sore, sure!" he said. Although she had cum, he hadn't, and wouldn't for a while. He was still hard as a steel pipe and he moved closer, getting ready to shove that pipe back into her.Maggie's pussy had been stretched enough by then and was wet enough that he. I reared up so I could watch my thick uncompromising penis entering her vagina. I watched as her labia were pushed out of the way and I could see her buttocks straining for more of me and I was obliging in full.Soon I heard those gasps, moans and grunts that told me she was reaching orgasm, increasing the pace of my ramming stroke, pushing it fully and deeply into her to maintain her pre-orgasmic trance.Now with my hands on her tits and fully stretched forward across her back, I was tall enough.