Did I like them long, dark and thick? It was so strange to have this strange man fucking me and talking dirty, it made me crazy. He kept asking me if ...e was a better lover than my husband and finally I had to admit that he was. He was hung like a horse and I was feeling sensations the likes of which I'd never experienced with my husband. Finally I made him do me missionary style and wrapped my legs around his humping butt and started fucking him back frantically. We both came at the same moment. On mornings when that happened I mostly got to chat withMrs Crawford, and that could be quite interesting. Oh, not when shefilled me in on all the various medications she had to take, insisting Imemorize them all and parrot back to her what each was for, or when shetalked about her incontinence knickers and which were the mostcomfortable and absorbent pads to use with them. No, she was mostinteresting when she reminisceded about the old days and what life waslike for a young woman in the early. I knew I had done the right thing in the way I had stimulated her breasts, but it stands to reason that she could work herself a little better than I could. Her gasps were becoming more rhythmic. Of course I already knew enough about Sandra's lovemaking, yet every time she takes her breasts into her own hands it sends a tingling through me. At that point I felt I was making a heavy splash of precum on the bedsheet.Sandra's juices had already overflowed from her vagina. There had been streams,. I cry out with the shock, and you pause to make sure I’m okay. I assure you I am and ask you to continue. And you do. Pain and pleasure, both are exquisite as you fill me in another sense, forcing your cock against the sensitive flesh. You move slowly, and for that I am grateful. You push in, then back out a bit, only to push yourself in again, deeper this time. Just when I think my body won’t possibly allow you any further, you stop. I clench my ass around you, and I feel you push back to keep.