After our night of spectacular but short lived sex in the back yard, Paul seemed a little more talkative. He mentioned that he really enjoyed himself ...nd that he wouldn’t mind trying that again. I said that we’ll have to try something different as the best part was the spontaneity and risk of getting caught. He said, “I’m sure you will think of something,” and went back to his mowing. I was consumed by thoughts of how to top that night for several days. My mind raced from one scenario to. I took about half of it before I started to gag. She pulled out almost all the way and then shoved it back to my throat. ‘You will learn to take my whole cock down your throat,’ she said. As she said this, she applied more pressure and kept it there until I had to pull back to breathe. My saliva was dripping out of my mouth onto my chest and her legs as she slammed her cock home again. This was not the same sweet girl I had met a few months prior. She had me lie on my back and then planted her. Now in just a few months he was going to be fit enough and she wanted to know how she was going to do a U turn. I made a few suggestions as to that and thought that would be the end of it but she went on; that she had never been without sex for such a long time before and she told me of her youth. Over a fresh pot of coffee, this staid matron poured forth what I thought was her whole sexual life story, fortunately I had no appointments and it was fascinating and bloody Horney with a capital H. You give a deep growl of pleasure, my wetness dripping down your own thighs, my muscles constantly contracting around your throbbing cock. With a grin of sadistic satisfaction, you rhythmically ravage my body, your hands grasping at my skin, pulling my hair for leverage as your hips drive into me, my moans and gasps echoing around the room, calling out your name in desperation. I beg you for permission to climax, and you greedily deny me, all the while rubbing onto the most.