Her curly hair was still in disarray around her face, but the post-sleep puffiness was no longer evident in her eyes. The fabric of her pajama top did...little to disguise the arousal that was still evident by her distended nipples, and he had shown appreciation in that as well. Her B-cup sized breasts didn’t provide her with the most alluring cleavage, but she was proud of their shape and tried to wear clothes that flattered them.She knew that the next closed door upstairs was a linen closet. She was panting and moaning, and with her so revved up I decided to go for it. I pulled out of her ass, and slid into her dripping cunt.“OH! MATT WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU CAN’T!! I could get preg- OH GOD!!” Ignoring her protests I buried all thick 7-inches of me into her, “Oh fuck It fill me up!”I couldn’t hold it any longer. Jet after jet of my seed planted itself deep inside of her. I pulled out.“Oh God!” she said dropping to her knees naked. “What have I done? I can’t believe I let you in my-. I came twice. Thank you, Sir.”Gratitude? From a sub? Where was this going? Guy closed his eyes having a deep sense of satisfaction which he hadn’t known for some time.When he opened his eyes, the way the sun slanted through an upper window told him that the day had moved on. His head was snuggled into Emma’s shoulder. When had that happened?He sat up and asked, “Have I been asleep?” Knowing the answer already.“Yes, Sir.”Their eyes met, yet again, and he was on his feet, gripping her hand to. I immediately thought, 'This I gotta hear, ' and worked my way closer.Marta's hard exterior softened dramatically as she contemplated her answer. She was about seventy, and as round as she was wide. It was very hard to imagine her as young woman, courting a young man, but I tried to see her that way, while she said, "You youngsters got married way young like Harold and me. We were young like you, only I was thirteen, almost fourteen, and Harold was the baker's son."We met because my father and.