However, whether for the free trip to Miami or for more time to look under Jacks hood, she thought it was a great idea. The sex for the next two week... was wild, even by our standards, and I could tell that she was excited for the trip. If there was any doubt, it was clear what kind of week-end it would be by the care that she put into choosing her underwear as she packed. I decided to stop worrying about what it would mean for my job and enjoy the fun. We got into Miami late in the evening,. I placed my hands beside her shoulders, gazing down at her. Without looking, she reached down between her legs and I felt the first touch of her delicate fingers.“Now get closer. Spread you knees. Lower.”I slid my knees out and under her outstretched legs.“...a little more.” I complied, then she added, “Perfect.”And with that she drew my sheathed penis toward her vagina. The same warm tightness I’d felt with my finger now resisted the sheathed head of my penis. But she persevered and pushed it. Then I remember Les Mis and realize that I'm in France in 1815. I'm in some shitty little room with a rickety old bed. The door creaks open behind me and I see Anne Hathaway standing there in her old timey dress with her long, flowing hair, obviously before she had it chopped. She approaches me.She bites her lip and gently kisses me. She takes my hand and places it on her breast. I'm not sure where this is going but I like it. I feel her breast, squeezing it. She stands and undoes her corset,. I bet all the littleboys you date want to play with it.” He pushes the first digit ofhis thick finger inside of me. I roll and roll on it without choice. “Do you want grandpa all the way in?” “Y-y-y-yes, p-p-p-please, sir.” He slides it in smoothly untilhis knuckle disappears inside of me. I rock on him like crazy,moaning and crying out like a fool. All my dignity went out thewindow when he eased it back and forth in my begging chamber. All of a.