Then he held my hips tightly as I leaned on with both hands on the wall. He positioned himself firmly between my legs and started pumping really hard....I was feeling his thick, veined dick stretching my oiled up asshole as he went in and out.The oiled up walls of my asshole, the occasional spurt of oil coming out and his balls against my balls were making this hypnotic sound. The slamming of his body against my bubbly butt was driving me crazy along with sound of the wild fucking.As he had. His mom answered after I rang the doorbell. ‘Oh, hi Kirsten,’ Mrs. Conner said when she opened the door. She was fiddling with an earring, and closed the door with her foot. She actually seemed totally dressed and ready to go, though she seemed be wearing a much more conservative outfit than what she usually wore for a night out on the town. Mrs. Conner was only 38, and didn’t look a day over 30, with sandy-brown hair, and an amazing figure. But usually she was still in her robe at this time.. You trace a hand down Kalli’s body over her shoulders to the small of her back; further, you squeeze her ass. You wait; she doesn’t protest. Your lips find hers; soon the two of you are locked in a tongue-twirling kiss. You feel like a teen again; nothing exists outside of the two of you. Not the restaurants a few yards away, not your wife or children. No job or boss or friends or responsibilities. None of that - all that exists is the taste and smell of a beautiful woman, the ragged. Shortly his breathing quickened and I made him cum so forcefully that I could feel him spraying thick torrents of his love into my womb. I was so sensitive, almost there again, so I rolled on top stirring his slick still rock hardness on my ravenous nerve endings. His lips and hot breath teased my neck and my swollen nipples flicked against his firm chest. It was all too much and I came again. I was excruciatingly and wonderfully oversensitive and somehow he knew not to move within me. Lying.