" Better thank God, Ethel. I have no power of myself." There was a moment I can only describe as a deep communion and I found myself regretting my you...h, and that I had not known her as a young woman. I'll say here that I'm an Anglican, not a Roman Catholic, and I have no personal objection to marriage; I just had never met a woman with whom I had a mutual desire to wed. "Ethel, would you like me to call on you during the week? If the prayer helped, I could pray some more." Oh, thank you. I continued pumping until she said to stop. In another 10 minutes, even I released myself and we both slept in the bed. She was completely relaxed and sleeping like there is no energy left in her.I could see her satisfaction and enjoyment. It was very late and she wanted to go home. Her husband may come at any time. Jyoti got up and started wearing her dress. I started helping her for wearing the dress. She went so emotional for a moment and wept by holding me tight.Right at that moment, she. I was shocked… appalled… but oddly enough even more turned on then I was when she was fucking my ass. She turned on the shower as the nectar stopped flowing. I stood up and we embraced in a deep passionate kiss. Every inch of our bodies was pressed together as the warm water rained down on us. Suddenly, without warning my cock erupted all over her legs and stomach as we continued to kiss. It was so incredibly intense. The orgasm seemed to last forever. My legs and arms felt weak but we. Friday, beat after my last law class, I bathed to relax, then dressed for the date. Unless this guy is a complete jerk, I’m going to fuck him, first date or not, I thought as I dropped my breasts into a lacy black bra. I’m horny. I stepped into a thong that matched the bra, then rolled some seamed lace-top thigh-highs up my legs – they decorated me all the way to the top. My blue, patterned dress fit tight on my body and came halfway up my thighs. White shoes, belt, and necklace and I was ready.