“So what happened if you didn’t have sex?” she asked.I turned to face her and unfastened my belt. “We watched a movie.”“That’s it?” sh... asked with relief in her voice. It was short lived.“No. Then we started kissing again.” I unbuttoned my pants.“Then what?” Her eyes trailed down as I unzipped my fly.“I took off all of her clothes and went down on her.” I pulled my pants down and grabbed a hanger to put them on.“And?” she cleared her throat as she looked down at the bulge in my boxer. Clearly it is my cunt, still dripping from our sex, that is the guilty part of me. I lie on my back with my legs spread and he belts my cunt until I start to cry. I am weeping, but on the 20th stroke I orgasm, and it is the largest, most powerful orgasm I have had in my life. It feels like my body rejoicing in finally being treated correctly. Paige laughs at me as I orgasm but afterwards she kisses me on the lips and tells me I am a good slut. Those words make me happier than I have ever. She was constantly praising me for reducing weight. We chatted on adult topic too. During this conversation I came to know that she got married very early in life nd now she s getting bored oftenly.I understood what she means. Then one day she phoned me and called me for her daughter’s b’day party. I went there with gift, that day we had a bit longer session of gossiping that too in her home. During your gossiping she was continously touching my thigh. That day by 9pm she called me nd told that. " I'll get you off if you do Gerald, I want to see it on you."Gerald remembered what Abigail had told him and he not only wanted sexhe needed it. He had been semi stimulated for days now and his mind wascloudy and not thinking straight. He took off his pant suit and put thedress on.Maria looked him over and turned him around. "Ok we need to do somethings first. Get undressed and get in the bathroom as fast as youcan."Gerald didn't understand it but he did obey. She had the water startedand told.