This was weighty, solid, serious. The blunt torpedo shape was meant for nothing more, or less, than penetrating her most intimate part.Now that she'd ...otten it home, she was oddly hesitant. She stood it on her nightstand and turned on the shower.When she got out, warm and flushed and pink, it was waiting patiently. Sleek. Unyielding. Implacable. There would be no give to it, no warmth other than what traces her own body might impart.She shivered.Allison peeled back the covers and sat on the. I’m not a mind-reader, but I am convinced she telepathically called me a bastard. Her hips wiggled towards me in a desperate attempt to pull me in.I pinned her arms down above her head, my hands holding her wrists, and every time she inched towards me, I backed my hips away. “Say it.” One of the wives to my right, nearly left her seat in her enthusiasm to get a better view.“Bad boys have bigger cocks,” she whined.“Do I?”“Yes,” she hissed, and I rewarded her by quickly thrusting forward,. You will make a good little pussy pleaser when I need to get off.” She looked at me, but said nothing other than giving a slight smile. I went between the older woman’s legs and lapped at her soaking wet cunt. After a couple minutes of licking her moaning began. I then moved up and kissed her hard as my plastic cock slid easily inside her. Any restraint or shyness she had earlier faded as, without instruction, she started gyrating on my cock. Also, I learned surprisingly, she had a foul mouth.. That’s when my father suggested we come back to this town. And even I felt that I will get to meet you after so long”.I was listening silently as she was telling her story. “So now you have come back to me because you had a bad experience in life. Before that you did not bother to even call me once” I said rudely as I felt irritated. “No Sammy that’s not the case. I did want to call you. But I was the one who went away from you when you told me your feelings. Deep inside I was ashamed and felt.