I pulled her backwards on the bed, my cock stiff, standing, was under her eyes, drew her lips close to mine kissing rapidly: my fingers rubbed the war... slit, her bum began to move uneasily, her breathing was short, her thighs unclosed, my finger slipped farther. “Oh I don’t hurt me”, she said sharply. Pressing her backwards on the bed, I lifted her limbs, she was yielding, meant fucking. I ripped open at once the slight blue bows which fastened the muslin gown, threw up the chemise, saw the. We talked about all the little things that we did when we first met. How I would bring her cheap but heartfelt gift, how she would wear my t shirt and nothing underneath while cooking so that I would jump her bone then and there. We talked about the child we could never have and also about the dreams we had of growing old together. Heck, I felt a little nostalgic knowing that we would be separated by the weekend.I do not when sleep overtook us but when we woke up we were still holding each. She knew he wanted to have sex with her and she was thinking to herself perhaps this is the time to start fulfilling some of her fantasies. Since her marriage she had been completely faithful to her husband and even before their marriage she had only had sex with 4 men so she was fairly inexperienced despite her age. She was due to finish work at 9pm and James knew that. He had not had much to drink that evening either which was unusual. Then as it got to about 8.30 he asked her if she would. He helped her dry off.His hands took liberties and kept her in an aroused state. She looked down at his black fingers pleasuring her pretty pink pussy lips. She made no effort to ask him to stop. It was like making out with an older black DeShawn she thought to herself.Black men seemed to like her, she thought proudly. She took his cock into her hand.She was thrilled as his black hands moved liberally over her pure white virginal bodyThis would be a day she would never forget. She briefly.