I may have been aroused, I was not a pervert. Once she was down to her skivvies, I manage to roll her over and pull aside the covers. I then rolled he... over once more and she was ready for bed. Well, almost. First, I took a good long look at her beautiful figure. When I felt like enough of a creep, I pulled the covers over her and headed out of the room, making sure to close the door behind me. The dog followed me out and did not leave my side until I reached the living room. I considered. ‘All he said was ‘Mort’. He is my hero. I’ll never forget him.’ The media did their usual search for the mysterious Mort but had no luck in finding him. It was about average for New York. After a while, Mort was forgotten. Three years later, Sylvia Preston was reporting to work the first day at Franks and Company. She had just graduated from secretarial school so she was a fresh face in the huge building. Her boss gave her a desk in the secretarial pool and she got to work. Six months later,. As I had a fair amount to spend had chosen a private villa for just the two of us as we wanted to enjoy our first real holiday since Sarah conceived son Rick in 1972. The villa was more than I expected complete with a heart shaped swimming pool. As we arrived in the late afternoon we had supper in a nearby restaurant and sampled a few tastey sangrias so thought we,d be in the mood for a great fuck session, but both fell asleep so our first night was spent slumbering. It has always been great to. I strive to hold still, but the after shocks of that first orgasm wrack me with silent shudders. the hot head of your cock brushes the folds of my drenched sex as you lean in to kiss the pain away, and my hips strive to move against you within the confines of my ties. you slowly push in, fighting the orgasm tightened pussy walls and i moan softly, part pain at the intrusion, mostly pleasure at being filled. you go as far as you can, filling me to capacity till i just feel the edge of your balls.