His idea of sex was to go full speed ahead running without even first learning how to crawl. Let me tell you, it had been decades since I had the “...hat’s not it” speech. So I had to stop him and began the re-education and retraining of sexuality and relationship.The very first thing I had to do was explain the difference between online entertainment and interacting with someone in real life. Cindy’s hardcore example was dead on. She said, “porn presents the idea that every man loves to come. I was being stretched, and the pain of having your ass penetrated without any hint of lubrication was beginning to tell, 'Shit', he said again, the aggression in his voice, hinted at his frustration at not getting his cock glans inside my bum, my sphincter proving too tight, and his shaft bending under the strain.He called shit again, and I squeezed with all my might as if about to release the contents of my digested breakfast, over his cock, of course by doing this my anus would open up and. This time I found one of her face, and that’s when my world turned upside down.It was my mom! I was sure of it. Her face looked worn and vacant and there were a few extra wrinkles around her eyes, but it was definitely her. She was sitting on a red settee with her long, shapely legs crossed at the knees, wearing a see-through negligee. The caption below the pictures read Indian aunty but the rest of the words were in a foreign language I couldn’t read. Felt excited and confused; I didn’t know. Just call me Deepika.I was on cloud nine! Any man with balls would succumb to this lady, and she was offering herself to me. I was still rubbing her bare thighs. I had not even spoken to girls in my village, and sitting here in this Audi and rubbing this beauty’s thighs was like a dream come true. I can still remember the way her smooth and soft skin felt. Her thighs were getting warmed up because of the way I was rubbing it. I moved closer to her.She smelt exotic and exquisite. I don’t know.