I saw myself being hugged by my big sister. I’ve never had someone wrap me in love like you just did.”“But your parents, your grandfather, boyfr...ends, or girlfriends in high school?”“My parents never really wanted me, or if they did it was to make them look like a happy Christian family when they visited churches to try to raise financial support. They shipped me off to my grandfather when I was ten, and I never saw them again until after I was sixteen. That was when they forced me to marry. He was all the way in me. I focused on his fuck-meat, hard and throbbing in my asshole. I was a fuck-goddess. It was erotic, hot; I had totally surrendered to him. I might be his Mom, but I was also his whore, his slut, his fuck-toy.I started pushing back and forth, fucking myself on his dick. The pain became background noise, drowned out of by thousands of nerve endings singing in joy, pleasure coursing through me."Uuhhhmmm, oh my god, ahhhhh, like it, oh my, feels soooo frigging good."Steven. My arms go around your neck and I pull you down to me. You’re still propped up slightly on your side with your one hand, and you move your other hand to my stomach and down to my thigh. We stay locked in this embrace, your hand roaming slowly up and down my body, first cupping my breasts, then back down to my inner thigh where you give it a light squeeze. I gasp into your mouth as I feel your hand slide up and cup my sex. You merely chuckle at my surprise, and then give a satisfied sound as. We were near the curtained window, enjoying the breeze, holding hands and looking at each other for a bit, waiting for the first move, trying to breathe slowly. "I'm ready," she said clearly and she smiled. "Are you?" She looked down and made an odd noise. I watched her belly quiver.I pushed her back to her high bed which stood under a linen canopy and a good yard off the floor, deep with coverlets, pillows and thin mattresses. She yanked aside a bright, geometric quilt and sat on the edge,.