.I took my tool in & out of her pussy. Gradually I increased my speed. It was paining us a lot as it was first time & she was moaning really hard of p...in “aahh…oohh… uuumm, ggllllppppp, ooofffff”.At last after one hour of working hard I cummed in her pussy & we both got big relief. Then she made me fuck her again in other position. She made me lie on bed. Sat on me entering her pussy very exactly on my tool & started moving up & down. It was paining a very much than the previous once. She was. Until I got old enough and knowledgable enough to realize what was going on.Our family always used our vacation to travel from where ever we lived to the East Coast to spend the summer on my Uncles’ (two uncles) farm - complete with lots and lots of dairy cows, a huge pig shed and some noisy, nasty chickens. Mom grew up there and always had fond memories of being barefoot and stepping in warm cow plops ... really. I still think it sounds pretty gross 60 years later. Mom passed a few years ago. I begin to pour the first coffee and it misses the cup and spills all over the table. “Shit!” I say much too loudly. This is it I thought, there is no way I’m staying on now. I just stood over the table looking at what I had done. There were no napkins or anything to clean up the mess and all of a sudden, the wave of emotions came over me and all the stress came out as a river of tears started to flow down my cheeks. Time must have stood still because the next thing I knew, my boss was standing. ‘I can tell something’s wrong, what is it?’ I pressed. ‘It’s my… my husband. He… he left.’ She said quietly, trying desperately to suppress her tears but failing miserably. I put my arm around her, hoping I wasn’t overstepping my boundary, and squeezed her gently. ‘I’m sorry…’ was all I could manage. ‘Yeah, sure!’ She shot back at me. I pulled back and looked at her quizzically. ‘Don’t look at me like that! I heard what you said about me with your friends.’ ‘What? Oh, it’s not like that. I.