I said I’d pick her up at her room in an hour. “I have a better idea," she said. “Why don’t you get a change of clothes and meet me at my roo... in ten minutes.” I felt a tightness in my groin. I am a lawyer, after all, and taught to analyze situations. Although this one wasn’t difficult. I knew the implication of her suggestion. “Sounds good to me. I’ll be there in five minutes.”When she opened the door to her room, she was wrapped in a towel. I could see her bikini drying out on her. We had no idea how to do it, and Bill told me to get like a dog, (we had watched dogs before) and I got on my hands and knees, Bill got behind me and started to push it in me. I know he was small, but so was I and it really hurt bad. I could not scream to tell him to stop, but he did stop, (only to put spit on his dick) and then he started pushing in again. Boy, did it hurts, I could not stop him, and once it was inside he started to go back and fourth. Well the pain slowly went away, and then. It didn't take her long to realize that the trips were going to be dominated by male conversation and she was going to be pretty much a spectator. She had no interest in any of the balls: base, foot or basket, and hockey (pardon the pun) left her cold. She also wasn't going to be able to contribute when it came to hunting, fishing, golf or car talk. She decided that she had better remember to bring a book to read on the days it was her turn to ride instead of drive.She had a bad day that day. Sheela’s husband used to often visit brothul after getting drunk with hsi friends. She was always left alone and I believe this woman deserved a good sex life which she lacked due to her husband. that night I decided to have sex with her since her tight black body and her sweat smell was driving me mad. We had a quick dinner and we got indulged in many conversation where she for the first time opened up about her tragic life. I took this as a chance and I knelt before her, held her hand and.