Form the waist down she was under the blankets on the top she was wearing only a bra. I turned on her television for some light and sat on her bed nex... to her and waited to see if she would wake up I didn?t think she would. Next I put my hand on her shoulder still nothing so I decided to go for it and I started to unhook her bra I fought with the clasp for a few seconds until it opened I then slipped the bra strap over her shoulder and exposed her left breast. I placed my hand on her breast and. When he grabbed me and passionately kissed me, I knew that I no longer had a choice, and would have to relent and indulge in the same ritual. I promised him that I would allow him to fist me, the following Sunday. I was totally in love with this man.After the magnitude of our session, we both respected the gravity of what we had just experienced. It is difficult to explain the connection one makes when fisting occurs, there is a mental high that takes you to an entirely new level of trust and. John says "So, if your twat is already full, where shall I put my cock?"She can't see his face, but she can feel him grinning anyway. He reaches to the nightstand next to the bed and opens the drawer. He grabs the lubricant they keep there and she fills him flip the cap open. She then feels him lift his cock and she feels the cool lubricant splash onto her crack and run down all the way to her pussy. She then feels him stroke himself, assuming he is lubing his prick with more lubricant.Then she. I can not take it anymore, fuck me” “You are a nasty whore ain’t yea”“I even fucked my husband this morning thinking he would satisfy the craving, but as usual he got the bang, and I got the buck” She laughed sarcastically. “I call him mister ninety seconds”“too bad baby” I said as I slid my dick slowly into her as she pushed back needing a good screw. “When a man can not pleasure his wife he is useless”“tell me about it” she said pushing off the arm to grind into me “no wonder I have affairs.