What she was feeling at that moment was something complicated, but simple at the same time. She had liked that kiss. She had liked it a lot. That it h...d been with this man who she'd only just met was one of the things that made it complicated. That she didn't know his last name registered with the part of her brain that recognized the complications inherent in what was going on. So did the fact that he was much older than she was, and that she had a little boy, and that she didn't even know if. It was only sensation, the first sensation she had known after an indeterminate time of knowing nothing. Thinking back, she could dimly remember having been a part of the Earth and being ripped loose by rough tools, but that had been before real awareness.The pain came from chisels and with it brought awareness. So, Galatea reveled in each strike, making some piece of her become not her. Who she was focused and coalesced. Soon, she became aware of a second sensation, a hand, stroking her. She'd only gone three miles by then, and had intended to run at least eight, so she maintained the pace, not wanting to wear herself out before she got the miles in. When she passed the five mile mark, though, and her partner was still breathing more or less easily, something in her demanded that he be tested.When the eighth mile was behind her, she decided she wasn't stopping. Not until he did. At ten miles he was still with her. Not a word had been said. He was breathing harder, though.. “Well come on then you dirty fucker, fuck my arse with that huge cock” she hisses. Don’t need asking twice as I get behind her and place my cock at the entrance to her arsehole, she grips my cock and eases my bell end in to her shit hole. With a plop it goes in, she freezes and I don’t move, “fuck me that’s splitting my arse in two” she winces. I stay still as she backs up a little, allowing another inch or two in her arse, “that’s it baby just keep easing my cock in there it will stop.