He was now fuckin my mouth, making me gag a lot. A pool of my spit was forming on my floor and my jaw was aching, but I wanted more. I was getting bet...er at it, taking his cock in my throat. I was gagging less and taking more. I felt like a porn star, gurgling and slobbering on his manhood as he mercifully fucked my mouth. I didn't protest or whine, or ask for a break. I was his whore; his bitch boi. That's when I began jerking off, actively pleasuring myself with another man, with his cock. Please fuck me! Please fuck me before I absolutely die!"I was sliding up her body, marveling at her beauty in the soft light of the bedside lamp -- her skin pale and flawless and muscles gently rippling in her flat stomach. Again, I realized that although big and tall, she was all woman -- soft in all the right places, but without an ounce of wasted fat. I felt her legs come up and wrap around my lower back as my cock moved over her wet pussy lips and then she twisted her hips just so and. When their mother died, we clung together like survivors of a plane crash, becoming even closer. They were all married or in college by the time I married Ellen.She was younger by almost eleven years, but we seemed to click. She had the same values, the same goals, and she was smoking hot in bed. She wasn't a beauty, but she was very attractive.Five foot five, 36 26 38, she was built very nicely. Smoky eyes so brown they were almost black, and a mane of auburn hair that flowed onto her. We both carried him to a guest room. She started weeping and telling all about his drinking habits, I made her comfortable and put her head on my shoulder. While hugging her she noticed my hard on, and started to leave. I got her hand got her close to my body and told it’s all ok we all have desires after emotionally weakening her I knew I had her.I took her near my car and their started to discuss her love life, I got behind her she was too busy in telling her story to notice that. I just.