We talked, we listened to music, we reflected on the paths that had been so diverse yet somehow diverged enough to bring us into one another's lives. ...hen she turned to me, and with arms around my neck smiled sweetly through the haze. "I'm going to use you, now." Oh, use me?" I mused. "Whatever do you mean?" Well," she purred, "I don't want a boyfriend right now, but I wouldn't mind some tenderness. And some cock." Ah," I nodded. "Fortunately I have plenty of both to give."Her tongue found its. I passed by slowly noting the house, knowing full well someone would notice me sitting on the side of the street.What the fuck was I doing? What did I hope to achieve? What was I going to do, walk up and knock on the door? When the lady answered simply ask her if she'd mind if I fucked the living shit out of her daughter? I think not!Honestly, I don't know what was going through my head. I don't know why I was doing what I was doing. I have had fantasies for years of totally dominating someone,. I felt her juices release, she was squirting and it felt amazing. This is when I lost it and shot my load in her tight cunt. I exploded and kept cumming. She felt the warmth of my giant load in her and said that she loved it. It was such a turn on for me to know that I had made her married pussy my cream pie and given her such satisfaction because she had confessed to me that her husband had only given her two orgasms in their entire seventeen-year marriage.After we set on the couch for a few. Perhaps we were only now realising that we were both out of our depth. ‘Jesus,’ she ran her fingers up through her hair. ‘Oh my God,’ she added almost under her breath. I looked up at her; then something struck me. A question that I felt needed to be answered. ‘How old did you think I was?' I asked. ‘When we came up here,' I then added She looked at me. ‘Twenties,’ I reminded her if her own assumption, ‘but twenties where?’ I tried to prod her in the same way she'd prodded me, but I didn't want.