I felt as if I could collapse. It was overwhelming, moving house on your own. I used to have a man who would help with all of this heavy lifting, but ...hat was just about all he was good for, I reminded myself. Don’t forget how much lifting you did on your own. I pressed the palms of my hands to my face and took a deep and steadying breath. I just needed a break before I continued on. The moment my ass hit the couch there was a rapping at the front door. I groaned in frustration and briefly. I know you like that in a woman. I respect a man that appreciates curves.You'll love writing about me.She told me she had read all my stories: I like you're portrayal of sex. I like how you describe a woman's thigh and ass, when the guys grabbing this and that and then fucking them. I like the trick endings, too. Write me a story. I've attached some pictures to give you some ideas.As if the crazy fan mail wasn't enough. Now, I'm getting dirty pictures in my mail box.I opened up the. I’d already come several times, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to pass on this bit of lechery. She smiled while masturbating my slippery hard-on, and said, ‘Good boy. I think you’re ready.’ With that, she pushed out her chest, tucked my penis into her cleavage, and held her breasts together. I began moving my dick up and down in the velvety, handmade pussy she had created for me. ‘I’m betting a sexy guy like you is going to like this,’ she said, opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around. Her fingers pressed against my anus, slipping around on it as she began to thrust inside me. My hands grasped at the seats as I reacted to her. The rapid motion of her tongue over my clit with her finger fucking me shot me up towards orgasm in a few seconds. "I'm gonna cuhhhhhhmmmnnggghhhaaa...!" The world disappeared in the wash of ecstasy. I fell to one side in the throes of it, curling forward towards her as I tensed and released with each pulse of pleasure. I tried not to squeeze her head.