I put her ankles on my shoulders because that was my favorite position. If she didn't like it, we could try something else, but I wanted to start here... I had Martha guide my cock into her cunt and pressed gently. I am a little on the large side, so I didn't want to hurt her by jamming my cock in; rather, I wanted to ease in to give her a chance to get used to my size.She was very tight, so I was glad that I was not forcing myself in too fast and that I had insisted on enough foreplay to get her. It drips out of her pores.She just exudes sex. I thought I was a pretty cool customer until our first date. She got my number early and pushed all my buttons. I was teaching her to play pool and she hip checked me. My loins began to ache. By the end of the date I was talking to myself to keep from saying something stupid or acting foolish. I was hypnotized. A couple of months into the relationship she told me that she had been molested by her grandfather. He had also molested her mother. The. The thumb strummed her clitoris, slowly increasing the tempo as I played her like a fine musical instrument. She soon began to sing softly, her voice melodic and captivating, reminiscent of a siren. She quivered around my fingers as her body writhed seductively once more. ‘Please,’ she whispered between erotic gasps, the first word either of us had said in a long, immeasurable length of time. Instead, my thumb continued its work, the three fingers within her beginning to finally move inside. “Well, excuse me for enjoying my Saturday. What do you mean, your portfolio?” “That would be my life outside of work, when I’m not stalking people that is,” he said with a grin. “I’m a photographer. It’s my passion.” He didn’t expect her to understand anything about passion. The woman was completely wooden, utterly emotionless. “Are you any good?” His grin widened. “Of course. I don’t do anything I’m not good at.” I’ll bet you don’t, she thought, unable to keep the wicked smile off her face..