Then she was seeing my 8 inc dick standing like a pole my bed sheet had moved away from me and I was seeing this from my corner eye her face became re... and she sat there seeing my dick and my face thinking still I am sleeping.Then after 15 min she got up and adjust her saree and I was seeing her two big coconut’s moving when she went out then again I slept. I was woke by my mom at 10 am asking to brush teeth and have some food but this time my dick was properly covered with sheet but my dick. She answered the door and invited me inside."Come into the living room and have a seat, I'll get it, it's in my bedroom."I turned to go in the living room and there was my ninth grade history teacher, Ms. Lynch, sitting on the sofa."Hi, Ms. Lynch, remember me, Russell Bryan?" Of course, Russell, how have you been?" Oh, good, I just need to do some make-up work for Mrs. O'Keefe, that's all. Still on the honor roll." Good, we're just going over some assignments for our classes. Sit down," and she. But I was only her window cleaner for God’s sake. So what brought all this about that I could feel so intimate with a woman twice my age, who had no particular sexual attraction for me - having always been drawn to women my age? I shall tell you… Marie lived in a country cottage in Dartmoor, South Devon and managed a smallholding generally on her own, because her husband had long passed but occasionally she had help with the milking. Apart from that and despite she was not the young and. He sank his massive erection deep into me and held still while I squirmed on his rod."Do you want me to fuck you, Becca?" Yes." I breathed."Like this?"He pulled out slowly, leaving the ridge of his glans just within the folds of my sensitive labia. He slid his wet cock head up and down my enflamed clitoris a few times before plunging deeper still inside me. My vagina reflexively spasmed. I screamed again. He continued his methodical fuck as we talked so dirty so early in the morning. I saw.