It was a warm summer’s day and I was minding my own business when out of the blue stood Judith, Barry’s wife. You remember Barry if not you haven�...�t read all my stories have you? She was stood talking to me but I couldn’t hear properly so I invited her in.She came and sat in the garden we were talking and she said Barry had gone to a collectors fayre with their daughter and she was home alone and bored. She was wearing a white summer top and blue trousers, she was blonde a little chubby and. CRACK.A line of fire stretched itself across the top of her thighs and she screamed. It was what she heard herself screaming that surprised her."Please no. No flogging. Please fuck me now. Please I need you in me all hard and hot and fucking me anywhere you like," she begged, and as she did so she knew it was true.CRACK.A second line of fire, a little higher on her thighs, just below her arse, elicited another scream but also intensified her wanton desire for violation."Please in my cunt and up. . . so sorry.” Her cheeks pinked. “I haven’t gotten dressed yet.”Colin could feel his rational thought draining like a pierced bag of sugar. The sight of her skin totally derailed him. He’d never seen so much of it before. He walked across the room toward her, losing his resolve with each step.She tensed, but smiled. “How is your knee? I know you said it was bothering you the other day.”Though her voice was friendly, he could hear the tremor in it. Was she intimidated by him, or was it. Oh god, it was so good! And his grinding the base of his cock was so like what Aaron showed me, and yet so different.As much as grinding felt better than fingering, this felt that much better than grinding. He was inside and filling me, and I was holding him. I could feel the light friction of the head as it pulled inside me, and I could feel his pulsing as I squeezed my muscles tight around him. And I could feel his movements, the friction as he slipped in and out of me. And although I would.