I tried to struggle, but relented after being overcame time and again.The notion of **** came into my mind. There's this love-hate relationship with f...rced sex for me. I thought as I got transferred to the dark area, and decided that I would try to make an escape later at the **** site. The bulging dick of the assaulter brushed against my silky FBTs, and I could feel out the whole rod rubbing against my butt crack, which slightly turned me on, and caused the dick to grow larger as we slowly. I woke and watched TV the rest of the night then bed and sleep !The following morning I awoke before my parents and ate some corn flakes. It was only half eight but the sun was shining so I ate outside in the garden listening to the radio. Mam saw me through the kitchen window and came outside. "Don't forget about Hazel Steve" "I haven't Mam" I replied. I sat listening to the radio for a further hour then wandered down the street full of trepidation !I knocked and the door opened. Hazel was in. "I want you right here," I told her. "I want to fuck you in front of the mirror so you can see yourself." "Fine. That sounds like it could be fun."She got up from her stool and moved it aside. She then bent over the dresser with her face just inches from the mirror. From there, I bent down, and for the first time I was able to get an intimate look at her vagina and anus. Both of her holes looked unusually tight for a woman her age. But then again, she was someone who hadn't yet discovered the. It felt wonderful and she seemed to like it too. I felt a mini-orgasm starting (one of my peculiarities when fucking - I need to slow down and take a few mini-orgasms first before actually coming, rather like climbing several steps of stairs and resting at each landing). She wasn’t used to this and when she felt me slow down she made little disappointed noises and arched her back to keep up the thrusting, which I resumed after a few seconds of short strokes. The spunk kept building and.