You giggle lightly but your hands encourage me to continue. I am so close. I can smell the sweet musk of the passion emanating from your sex. I k...ow that I have made you wet. My fingers search and your legs part, welcoming the intrusion. Welcoming me to explore. “Touch me again. Touch me there.” And my finger finds the little nub, already swollen. And I touch you there. Again your body spasms and your hips arch upwards, thrusting at the air. “Don’t stop.” I can. With my body sliding down slowly, his cock eased its way into my tight anal passage. My sphincter gripped his cock shaft as inch by inch his cock filled my ass. I was moaning like never before as Brian forced me down onto his rock hard cock.“That’s one tight asshole you’ve got” Brian snarled, continuing to treat me as his own personal sex object slut “I don’t think Phil get’s to fuck this very often!”I began to rock my hips and fuck his cock.“I wish he would. I love being fucked up the ass” I. It was Thursday now – just eight days after her first “date” with him. It was hard to believe that her first sexual experience with him was a mere eight days ago – they have fucked so many times since! Today was her first day of her part time job. In a few days, Monday to be exact, she would commence school. She would be quite busy at that point, but she knew that she could make time for that big cock of his! Her shift started at four, and she left a little early. She wanted to see if she could. She sported a great whitish-blond short haircut that nicely framed a perfectly groomed and shaped face. Huge hazel eyes and a winning smile.During the first session, she was very actively participative. I was drawn to the way she was dressed. Bracketed by black short-heeled pumps and a butterscotch-colored knit top were a pair of black leather pants. They hugged her mature body nearly like a 2nd skin. Haven't seen anyone in leather pants for awhile - least of all a grandma.After the session,.