" She said in the most seductive voice I've ever heard. She stood back up from her haunches and without even thinking my hands went right back to her ...uge sagging tits. Clasping both nipples in each hand and lifting and pulling the massive mounds of tit flesh, we leaned in and started kissing again. I remember my teenage mind thinking "Is this gay?" as I could taste my own cum on her lips, but her amazing passion completely washed away any care I had as I fell back into this powerful woman's. I’m a widow, my husband died in a car accident after being married for three years, on a business trip. As a teenager I almost hated sex, and my sex background was too bad. As I grew up and had the legal age, my experience was still traumatic, disturbing, so I always rejected anything related to sex. I finally got married, and my new husband became aware of this problem, an understanding person who tried to cooperate, and assist, by showing respect -never forced to have sex. We chose. . nothing.You try it again. Nothing. Then again. Maybe the battery in the fob has gone dead. The car still won’t start. You stare into the distance, your brain frozen with indecision. What the hell? You start to think: Maybe it’s not the fob. Maybe it’s the car battery. You turn on the headlights. They spring to life, then quickly fade to yellow and die altogether.Shit.It’s the car battery, the freaking car battery.So now what do you do?That depends on where you are. If you’re parked in your. He gasped hearing me and pointing to a pic of the old boys cock entering the lads ass he said 'We'll both be doing that to you all weekend, we'll watch porn vids and see how many times we can make you cum'.My cock was rock hard as I openly rubbed my bulge 'If you want to wank then go ahead' seconds later my cock was out with my hand in a blur. 'Sit on the table and face me so I can watch you'. I stood and shuffled myself onto the table top. As I wanked he pulled my trousers and pants right down.