“Just fuck me!” she demanded. Not wanting to disobey her I knelt behind her, lowered my shorts, took hold of my cock and pointed it a her love hol.... “Don’t fuck about…. PUT IT IN!” she insisted. I pushed my cock slowly into her. It slid in effortlessly and I managed to bury it deep inside her as she moaned “Ooooooo”. I wasn’t used to just jumping on a woman and fucking her but who was I to complain. I drove my cock in and out of her slowly at first, then as adrenalin took over speeded up,. He was not skinny, nor was he fat and he had a good amount of muscle. He had worked construction for a lot of his life, which I am sure was what kept him in shape. Then there was his cock, which even now, soft between his legs, was big to my eyes. To be honest, I had seen cocks in photos and in a couple pornos that I had watched with friends, but I had never seen one quite like my father's. It was perfect, at least to my definition of the word and I hoped that tonight was not going to be the. This seemed reasonable and very similar to what we had explored in group teaching which complemented his English teacher and curriculum. So I relaxed and we began. He asked what words did woman use about their bodies and it became apparent that he meant breasts and genitals. I told him and wrote for him a vocabulary, Bra and breasts are useful to know. I then noticed that he had developed an erection and as we expanded from vagina to pussy I became aware of my growing wetness. I was surprised. When his soon to be ex wife protested, he threw her into the rose bushes beside him. Then he decided the roses needed irrigating, so he pissed all over the happy couple trying to get out of the bushes. Then he leaned over the rail and told them if he heard the first word about pressing charges, he would hunt them down, shove a thick piece of rose briar up their ass until it stuck out their mouths, and saw it back and forth until he got bored. They never said a word. Unfortunately, a next door.