It left me laying there, naked as I was helpless.I heard the gentle pitter-patter of the water as she wet the cloth and it dripped down back into the ...asin. She dried it out the best she could, rinsing away all the excess and then moved to the end of the bed. She began at my feet, and slowly wiped them with the cloth. The warmth of the water slipped across my feet, as she began to work up my legs. Caressing, stroking the wet cloth across my outer, and then stroking slowly towards my groin and. But it is the thinking of doing so that stirs my body - it makes my hard - my staff getting stiffer - as if it is a runner stretching before the race - or a swimmer crouching on the diving block before splashing in the water - before diving in. Yes it is my body that reacts to you - to your smell - to the heat of your body - to the way your hair moves and tickles my face as I keep my eyes shut and my hand starts it's caress.I can't help but caress you - my hand wanders up - filling itself with. I greased up her poop chute and fucked her there. She didn’t ask, but I could somehow tell. And rammed her pretty hard there. I could see her pull harshly on her nips. Before she came as if demon possessed. But kept going, fucking her husband. Fucking me. Until he came. I immediately pulled out. Stood. Completely flummoxed from what just happened.“She told him her back hole was reserved for me, since he had plenty much tighter asses to fuck. She told him she didn’t need a pansy anymore for a. I was lying on the bed and was waiting for her message and she messaged me saying ” you have changed a lot since the school days and have become more muscular with good looks”. I understood this is the time I should take my next step and talk boldly.I told her ” ma’am you still look the same and I pity your husband that he can’t take care of you in a right way” so she asked, “What you mean by the right way?”. So I told her if I would have been her husband I would have loved every day and.