Back and forth he goes, teasing the entrance, forcing my body to betray my mind and release more of my nectar for him. I whimper in fear and a touch o... arousal. The latter alarms me…I can’t be enjoying this, can I? Before the thought has time to fester, the man makes his move. His cock pushes my tender petals inward, and then drives his full length into me. It courses through my womanhood, reaching untouched skin deep inside of me. A moment of physical pain is accompanied by a torrent of. ”“My God, her son is your son? You’re his father. She told me that her son was not her husband's child but I had no idea. Fuck me, I can’t believe this.”“Yes, her husband Jon was away. My wife wanted another child so I had a vasectomy reversal. My wife was out chasing some donkey dick around town so Lyn and I spent a couple of nights together. The doctor told me that I wouldn’t be able to father a child for some weeks after the operation so we didn’t use any protection.”“I knew that Lyn was not. Occasionally she would use her thumb to rub the underside of my cockhead. I was beginning to actually feel light headed as she relentlessly continued handling my cock. She finally did shift position, but only to sit up between my legs and resume stroking my swollen penis. I felt like I was going to shoot at any moment, but I also felt like I may never get to cum. I was reduced to almost pleading, “Gracie, sit on me and put my cock in your pussy.” At this she feigned pouting. Her reply was. Her swollen pussy was exposed to the air, though he could not really see it under the night sky. He lightly kissed them, and she gasped as bolts of pleasure shot up her body. At the same time, she felt a gentle sprinkle of water on her face. It was starting to rain! She felt his tongue slip inside her and she sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. Again he surprised her when he stopped and grabbed onto her thong. He roughly pulled it downward, forcing it to her knees. She didn't care.