But it was more than a bit awkward these days, when food was plentiful for Marsha and women like Lacey were the platonic ideal of womanhood. Marsha’... grandmother had been fat, her aunts were even tubbier, and her mother, bless her heart, had eaten herself into a very large early grave. She tried to balance her natural tendencies with healthy, homemade food, but that only went so far. And making regular visits to the grocery store was a bit hard to manage for a shut-in. All that explained why. “I wantyou to fuck it as much as you like, any way you like.But first I want you to shave it naked.”That was all I could take. I leapt up, grabbed herass-cheeks and rammed my throbbing cock into her,slamming it in and out until she was moaning at thetop of her lungs. The louder she moaned, the harder Ifucked her. I wasn’t fucking my wife, but some hornyslut who couldn’t get enough cock. I didn’t want tocome yet so I pulled out my cock and with one quickloud slap on. I felt like cumming when she kept doing it! I didn't think I could hold on, but somehow I did.She was going for it. Her head was bobbing up and down at a good speed. Those sporadic tongue-slips were amazing! I looked forward to each and everyone of them and even tried to guess when she would do it next... Her husband was a serious dumbass for leaving this. Just...how could he? What did he find that could beat this?She suddenly stopped. I kind of thought she had enough, but I had noy cummed yet. I deserve it, for messing on your mirror.’”I said it. Every damn word, but without the accent.“And you’re going to make me proud, aren’t you, baby? You’re going to keep that ass nice and high for me. Arch up, on your toes.”“Yes. Yes ma’am.”The first smack of the hairbrush hurt. I moved forward, away from it. Her hand wasn't on my balls, now, and I jumped forward, not believing how sore my ass already was. Or how much the hairbrush hurt. I heard a tsk-tsk behind me. Breathing hard, closing my.