She kissed me with all the pent up emotions swirling through her body. She tasted so good. I wanted her even more. It was difficult to pull and separa...e me lips from hers. ‘She wanted seduction so she’s getting seduction.’ I told myself. I looked down her chest and around each breast, especially painstaking around each nipple. My fantasy started to break down when I did this because her breasts weren’t all that big. She really did look like that same girl I grew up with all those years ago. I. Angela took a seat on one of the benches that lined the main brick patterned path in the park. She just kept playing the scene over and over in her head, reminding her of her story of how she got to where she is at this point in her life. Until now, Angela had never disclosed the real terms in which she left her school that was just across the state line, shortly before her sixth grade year at Susan B. Anthony. The point at which she was shorted enough of the equivalent classes she needed to. As no doubt you have been told my husband is impotent and has been for years now, most of our friends are in the same state. To go outside of our social group could put us at risk, both from blackmail and disease. You are like a fresh wind, finding a young man like you who is willing to help us oldies as some call us. Most men of your age group won't even look at us."As she was saying this she was undoing her pendant necklace, and starting to remove her dress. I had said the right thing by. “Oh, yes, my man. Thrust damn you, thrust,” I moaned.He had his hands on my butt, and began thrusting a little quicker once again.“Shit times ten, sweetie. Get it in there as far as you can, all nine inches. I want it, Travis,” I moaned.He began spanking me a bit, not too hard or too softly. It was a double whammy he was hitting me with: spanking me, and thrusting his cock at the same time. I let out about ten moans, in about twenty seconds, and I wasn't about to stop for anything.“How is that.