I told him of my own pain, even choking back tears as we talked.I felt conflicted again, although my grief for Karen stood juxtaposed with my intense ...oving feelings for Kim. Could I hold both feelings at the same time? Was I compartmentalizing things or was I rapidly forgetting Karen? I didn't want to do that.Ron reached over and in a fatherly way, put his hand on my shoulder. He talked to me about his own journey and pain, and somehow that made me feel better. "Jim, I can remember how painful. Wow you should have seen the look on her face when he slipped his ten-inch cock up her asshole. It was a good thing that he wasn’t all that big around. She never did like anal sex all that much, she more or less just let me have it on occasion because she knew how much I wanted it. She was a good wife and now she was a good bitch too. She allowed that great big Saint Bernard to butt-fuck her at an ungodly pace until he was completely satisfied and pulled out. Luckily her sphincter was too tight. So I am definitely interested. But it’s really difficult to admit it, even to myself. He tugs gently on my arm, and we step into a hallway. It’s all neutral colors, beige and tan, and the plush carpet is so thick that my heels sink into it. We walk down the hall, him on one side of me and her on the other. I guess maybe they are afraid I’m going to turn and run, because he keeps ahold of my arm as he steers me towards a door. I can feel her hand, rubbing up and down my ass. It makes me a. I fucked her 7 times at that night and we sleptNext morning:-At morning we got up and have bathed together and she got dressed up usually and we ate tiffin she fed me with her hands and she gave me a kiss and went to do her work and she said she enjoyed the night very well and her pussy was paining and she can’t bear it .and she turn around and walked away I was now cannot see her swinging ass up and down i was I hall and she came and sat beside me and she remembered me about her worry about.