I guess it was because he was older, I felt he knew what he was doing. And just the thought of an older guy feeling me, it was foreign and I was curio...s. A few weeks passed and I haven't talked to him. He texted and called multiple times but I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue on. I was scared; only because i knew for a fact if I were to go out with him, I'd let him fuck me. I felt like such a dirty little girl, but I've been good all my life. It felt good to finally do something bad. I was. When you have misbehaved, they should see that you have been punished.”“But Michael, Husband...”“They stay. That is my last word. Now come here and remove your clothes.”“Michael!”“The rules are clear. And you might ask your children what happens to miscreants who seek to delay their punishment.”Faith, who was already down to her panties, mimed removing blouse, skirt, petticoats, and a slip. She stood in her panties, feigning reluctance.“Remove your pantaloons, then confess standing.”Now Faith’s. Unlike most males I didn't suffer from brewer's droop, booze only made me more randy and the more I drank the harder my cock got and I had downed one hell of a skinful that night."Fuck it!" I swore at an innocent lamppost.Forty minutes later I reached home, despite it being well after one in the morning there was a light on in the living room and I wondered if my mother had brought some-one home with her. Blearily I played hunt the keyhole while wondering if the some-one was female and willing,. Turned her around and lifted up her jilbab. Her hands were on the couch for support while her ass stuck out. I positioned my cock behind her wet vagina but she couldn’t wait and stepped back to squeez my giant hard cock into her. She gave out a loud moan of pleasure and I began to thrust into her. I put one hand on her hijab and squeezed her breast with the other. As I thrusted she moaned louder and began to match my rhythm so she could get all of my hard shaft in her wet pussy. She began to.