I can feel how wet you are, the moisture coating my cock, and I slip a finger inside you to feel how wet you are – and to savour your taste as I bri...g it up to my lips.You raise your legs a bit so that your legs opens wider and you feel my cock slip in a couple of inches, your legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me in closer, my cock sliding in further. I am virtually holding you up now, your bum barely touching the shelf of the toilet and I begin to move in and out of you.You start to moan. It was the only time I had actually gotten a glimpse of her lovely, perky “C” tits. I had always forced myself not to fantasize about her; knowing it would risk creating awkward feelings when she was in my home. But it was now too late for that.“Kristen, have you ever just wanted a man to ravage you in that way? I mean really just force you to be his little sex doll, tossing you around at will; not even concerned on your own feelings, but instead using him to satisfy his own selfish lust?”My. Her face was full of pleasure. "oh god oh god it's coming... uhhhhhh" She whispered, as her hips and legs started shaking. She orgasmed, and made me stop fucking her while she kept shaking as she put her head down in the pillow. I could notice how her inside was squeezing my dick with every contraction. I waited for some seconds till I moved slowly again. I could notice her insides were tighter now. She kept her head in the pillow. I kissed her back, and started to move faster and faster, till. It was that she had not had sex in, well too long. She no longer had affairs with co-workers. That changed when she started caring for her old lover. The head trauma reduced lovemaking to near zero. She and the cook Aaron, teased and joked, but never took advantage of each other. He would disappear for weeks and come back happy. But Norma Jean stayed with her Jack until his end. Now, she felt that the days of filling the hole between her legs was over. Tonight woke her sexual hunger. Seeing.