Motherly love you could say.In the summer of 1916, I heard the tragic news that Mr. Simon had been killed in action. He was my friend and mentor at th... bookshop. Again the shop closed for a few days as a mark of respect. That evening I was trying to enjoy a glass of apple wine but my thoughts were distant.Why did I never allow Mr. Simon to fuck me in the book cellar? He had been trying for years. Did he meet his death never having enjoyed intimate times with a female? I felt guilt! The wine had. Which I licked…Now it was time for a good fucking….Me: ruby wait a moment, I am coming…She: but where are you going leaving me in this condition…Me: I want to take a Viagra pill, to fuck you as hard as I had never fucked you….She: what are you going to kill me today, is this my birthday gift….Me: no I want to give you greatest happiness….I came back to her after taking pill…I placed my penis on her love hole and then entered, I entered whole length of 7inch in a single step, she felt pain and. “Aren’t you going to spread your legs for me?” he asked softly. “That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?”Now visibly trembling she spread her thighs wide and raised her pelvis to provide him the access to her wetness that he wanted.“What’s wrong with you, Steven Sloan?” Susie exclaimed.Steve, in the process of rolling over between Barbara’s legs, almost fainted. There, standing on the bed beside Barb’s ear was his late wife. Or a tiny replica of her, anyway.To Barb she said, “I’m so sorry, my. My hands were gripping the seat back and I started shaking uncontrollably. The man behind me moved my feet apart with his and pushed on my back so that I was bent over the seat. I heard someone say,”Man, look at those big tits swing!” I could hear the man in front of me breathing heavily and I heard his jeans zipper being pulled down. He then said, “Okay, baby, now I’m going to give you something nice to suck on while you get some exercise from behind! Be nice and don’t bite or you know what.