Still, twitching, blotches, pain and all, it was a beautiful face. The rush of love I felt for her humbled me. I was bitter, sure, but that didn’t l...ssen my love for her. But I didn’t think I liked her very much for what she had done. Not just what she had done but the way she had done it. That was what had hurt so badly. The divorce had gone through faster that I wanted and I had tried dating but it didn’t work for me. I wasn’t in any hurry to find a new woman with whom to start the pain all. "Yea I do."I slowly stood up, Bending over because the tent wasnt tall enough. I undid my zipper and belt on my shorts and dropped them to the floor. All i had left were my boxers. There was a lump where my 5-and-a-half inch soft dick waited. I made eye contact with Andrew, then I sropped them to the floor. Showing off my soft yet big cock."Holy Shit!" he said, as he crawled on his knees over to me. I had now sat down Indian style on the ground with my dick resting on my balls. He. Pain was not the exactly the correct expression of what was taking hold in there. Her ass canal walls were moving and hugging my cock head tight but deeper; the canal was ruffled and messy too in anticipation of larger invasion soon. My both hands were tweaking and pulling on each protruding mass making Najjo groan and growl much louder, a signal for me to launch the torpedo and I did.I was in complete control of events and almost ready to push deeper keh Najjo ki buri tarah gasping shuru ho. She finished the front of legs massage and stood by my naked side her long hair hanging on my stomach, her hands idling around my lower stomach her long painter finger nails drawing patterns on my tummy. Doing this she never touched my raging cock which I found more erotic than if she had just taken that stiff member in hand and given a well deserved wanking. She clenched her left hand and then using her right index finger pushed it in and out of the clenched left hand, the universal sign.