He pushed slowly but determinedly into me. I felt my sheath give way to his intrusion until he was fully buried to the hilt. He stopped and looked int... my eyes. The full feeling in my quim was incredible and I relished the sensations it was producing throughout my body. Then we kissed, long and tenderly. It was an interlude before the main event.He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes again. While watching me he began to thrust his cock in and out of my dripping cunny. Every push and shove. .to seal the deal as it were.”“You could fuck my arse if you like.”“Really? You wouldn't mind? I've never done that. There's no danger of aggravating your wound?”“I actually really like anal. As for aggravating my wound,you can see where my stitches are. As long as you don't put any strain on them we should be safe.”“I haven't got any lube. What can I do?”“You must have some sort of oil in the kitchen. Use that.”I came back from the kitchen with a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Susan had me. But yes... ! I mean, I am not trying to hurt your feelings or anything!”“You don’t hurt my feelings right now,” I say, giving her a naughty smile: “We’re not having sex right now, we’re just talking about it. I don’t get offended when talking about it.”“Okay, well then! And I DO appreciate your ability to talk with me about sex like this, just so you know it.”“Well, me too!” I say. “But ... could you try to explain in a little more detail what it is that you don’t really like about sperm?”“Yes,. 45 am. We went to have supper in a restaurant. We were having fun, the place was nice, the food was yummy and the wine was alright. In the middle of the meal, I had to go to the bathroom. I excused myself, went upstairs, and arrived in front of the two usual doors : man or woman. In front of those doors, a woman was standing. She was the “toilet lady”, the bathroom attendant. You know, she cleans everything, and expects you to leave a tip.First of all, she was probably a woman of mixed race..