It's from Tom!" she cried, gladly. "Wait a moment..."Her thumb danced a jig over the keys for a few seconds, then she closed her phone with a flourish...and dropped it back into her purse."We're going out again tomorrow night!" she told Stan, with more than a hint of challenge. Stan had learned - he kept his opinion behind his teeth.However, by Thursday night Anne was feeling fairly miserable herself. She finally admitted to herself that she had, perhaps, over-reacted a touch.So, she phoned him,. . around the age of 18 or 19… I wasn’t interested in small boys as I knew they had no experience, and well obviously not very big penises. When my nephew and I began chatting I was an expert at phone sex.. It wasn’t that I needed it for my sexual benefit but I did enjoy the fact that I made guys hard… (Nothing has changed as I still love doing that today).. Besides I use to read taboo and i****t stories about aunts and their nephews while I masturbated to those stories making myself cum so. Mrs Hood was maybe late fifties, widowed and with a full figure. She was known as the local busybody and she only mixed with the neigbours to find out the local news.On this occasion she almost straight away asked me if I had a girlfriend and seemed eager to know how close we were. She asked me how often I saw her and so on. Then, completely out of the bue she asked me if I was having sex with her.I am sure I blushed as I admitted that we did and she went on to ask how often. I think I admitted. The black guy undressed my wife quickly and began devouring her with kisses all over her sweet tight body. Then he made her lay on the bed and he showed a couple fingers inside of her already wet cunt. Ana moaned and said it hurt her and she begged him to go easy; but the black bastard told her that he had to get her ready for his huge black dick. He warned Ana that she would take it and would love it…After fingering her and licking her pussy for about ten minutes he told her that he thought.