As she stands, she rubs her hands on my groin and up to the bottom hem of my shirt. She smiles and lifts my t-shirt up and over my head. She giggles a... she bends down to take my socks off. She sits squarely in front of me and looks me in the face. She smiles and places her hands on the hem of my underwear. Her eyes never deviate from mine as she slowly lowers my last remaining article of clothing.After removing my underwear she cups my scrotum with one hand and grasps my phallus with her other.. Now I began my method of fucking, the way I used my cock when I truly wanted to offer the maximum pleasure to a woman long denied perhaps: draw my cock slowly to her opening, then a series of shallow, slow strokes an inch or two inside, nine times my usual starting number, then plunging a full length suddenly, deeply inside, and a long, slow withdrawal. If I was feeling able to hold off cumming myself – sometimes a man knows today is one able to last a long time, other days not – I could repeat. "YES!" she shouted," Spank me! Punish your naughty girl!" I started citing the reasons I needed to discipline her. Each was punctuated by a hard slap on her arse. I alternated cheeks and was careful not to overdo it. She writhed and groaned with each slap, resting her face on the counter as I worked her over. "This for cheating on your boyfriend and letting me fuck you like this!" SLAP! "This is for leading me on and teasing me!" SLAP! "This"This is for being a dirty little slut!" SLAP! She. There are even great-grandchildren with pending claims on my share."The room where we sat was not quite dark, but her eyes seemed luminous in the fading light. I stood and came to her side, offering my hand. She took it and rose beside me. I put my hand on her broad back, and she lifted her chin. I kissed her, and her arms came around my neck.Her body was warm and wonderful, firm but yielding. Our mouths parted and rejoined, and she clawed at my back and made a noise in her throat. She indeed.