She was a larger woman, almost as tall as I was - size 7 ass I would say. When she bent down to pick something up, I saw a pair of sky blue panties wi...h cherries on it showing off the top of her pants. My cock was hard as stone when I saw her underwear showing from her waistband. I reached the panty drawer, pulling it open to the exact type of panties I was looking for. Initially and again, I did not have any intention to purchase anything, but I did anyway. I picked ten pairs of Cotton. I asked if he wanted to go the rest of the way and when he agreed I got out some stockings and skirts I thought would suit him. Luckily I had a pair of boots which were about his size as well, so I took the lot into the spare bedroom and left him to it. I choose some patterned stockings and a saucy black skirt myself and was sitting doing my makeup when he came in and for a second I thought it was somebody else who had come in the house. He’d chosen some sheer black stockings and a fairly short. ‘Oh Bethany my love!’ I heard myself cry, unable to prevent my thrusting getting both faster and more forceful as the pressure quickly rose higher. ‘Yes Mark! Yes! Ooh yeeesss! Now darling, noowww!’ she shrieked, twisting and bucking herself harder back against me as we both felt my body letting everything go. Then we heaved and thrust together, our cries of mutual ecstasy blending as my cock exploded, then spat successive gouts of hot, sticky semen deep inside her convulsing body. When I was. I went to the kitchen and popped a frozen dinner in the microwave. I went to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Dewar’s scotch.Heading into the family room with dinner and drink in tow, I sat in my recliner. Turning on the lamp next to me, I took a big swig of whiskey and then inhaled the dinner. I turned on the television, surfing the channels to find something to watch that had nothing to do with Christmas.I settled on watching the twenty-four hour news channel and before you could.