Now she is a very happy married lady receiving fuck from my bf.I asked my bf on dinner table…………………..Me: by the way……….. How is An...u?He: she is fine but why you are asking about her?Me: nothing special. I just wanted to know about her. When did you meet her last?He: last week.I smiled and said……….You only meet her or you did something with her.He smiled too.He: We meet to do that only. You know, I am doing social service to satisfy a married woman.I was started becoming hot while talking about. He pulled his cock out of his pants, it was already hard as granite. He stroked the head up and down her slit, collecting some of the moisture that seemed to be seeping out of it and started pushing in. He was surprised he was able to get his big cock into the petite twelve year old, but in it went. She was remarkably snug and if felt like soft velvet. "Oh, yeah, I could get used to fucking this little pussy," he thought. All the women he had been with since his wife had died, had big ole'. You pull the silk scarf from the stairway railing and I shuffle on my knees to put my back to you, my hands automatically in position. You lean in and softly kiss my neck and cheek as you grasp both of my hands in your one, the pressure of your restraint makes me sigh in pleasure. I feel the cool silk start to wrap around my wrists and I feel my thighs heat up and my vagina moisten in response. You give one quick, last pull and I know I'm set. You grasp the side of my head as you walk around. I returned home for the holidays and arranged to pick-up her from her job at a novelty store in the local mall. We kiss and fondle each other in the parking lot then head to her house. I was so horny wanting a blowjob or hand job but I was shit out of luck.We arrived at her house, her parents were not home so we go upstairs to her bedroom – this was not unusual but we never fooled around in her bedroom. She had a typical girly bedroom with bass rail bed and numerous unframed pictures of friends.