”“Then surely your ex-husband must be a gay. How can any man leave a goddess like you?”By hearing my compliments along with the alcohol, she sta...ted to react as I wished.“Goddess? Me? Deva, I think you are drunk.”I can see from her face that she just wanted more compliments and she did not doubt herself as that question was meant to be.“Look Anu, with some beers I won’t get drunk and if I were your husband, I would have worshipped you. You don’t seem to look like a mother of two. Look at you,. She reaches forward and pulls my head to hers. Her lips merge with mine asshe kisses me deeply. I feel her tongue snake into my mouth and she thrustsit into me -- a prelude to what is destined to come. She is clearly in control.Her kiss is her trap; it shows she is the one in control and who will dominate. Her lips break from mine. She softly whispers, "It is time Love." I see her go over to the table and pick up her strap-on. Fortunately, itis not huge but still looks gigantic next to my small. I gave him my name and phone number as a witness, and then slowly walked home. That was the first time Ive ever been reluctant to step indoors. What normally seems like a haven, a refuge, instead seemed like a prison to me. I lingered outside in the cool night air for as long as I could, before finally squaring my shoulders and walking through the front door. I didnt sleep that night. I kept thinking of the man, of his solidity, of his size in the wool coat he was wearing, of the streetlight. Then he starts to piston in and out of me. This feels so fantastic. I feel my wetness running down into my crack.. He puts his hand on his cock and slides it out of me and up onto my belly. His length is impressive. It's hard to imagine my pussy accepting something this long into my body. His cock is coated with my cream. Back into me he rams it. He's got all of his upper body weight on me, still my arms are pinned up, his cock is ramming into me with more speed. My breath is deeper now as I.