Like Mel I didn't start gentle. I just went in. She kept telling me to look at her as she kept steady pressure on my head. It was clear she was enjoyi...g what was happening, and didn't want me to stop. Judging from the shower of pussy juice running down my neck and chest. She came three times before she let me come up for air.Then I asked Mel to take a look. I was explaining what parts to what to on her pussy. Then after a bit of coaxing, Mel started exploring. And with my friend’s. I’d like for you to still need me and still feed me when I’m sixty-four. Seriously, I’d like to see how things go.” After he signed off on the check, he picked up my glass, gave me the last sip of wine he told me to leave behind, and asked loud enough only for me to hear: “My place or yours?” From the moment we walked into his house, we had our clothes off and got tangled around each other all the way to his bedroom. He threw me on the bed, held my arms down, looked at me seriously before. We had a large home, and I had a maid that came a couple times a week to help with certain chores, but I still had quite a list of my own. My only “friends” were other parents, and we only saw each other when our kids were together. That and my husband’s colleagues and their spouses, but those were forced friendships and we only saw each other so often. It was all very lonely. I masturbated a lot, watching porn, seeing these men TAKE the women and have their way with them. I fantasized about. It felt delicious. Even tighter than her front hole. I pushed harder and she squirmed, gasping out in surprise and pain. I felt her clench around me. It felt glorious, but I knew for her it would have hurt. I withdrew a little before pushing back inside, prompting another clench of resistance from her.“Oww!” Lauren cried, squirming underneath me.“Don’t fight it,” I instructed and thrust once more. This time, she managed to keep her muscles relaxed, but I could tell she wasn’t going to enjoy it..