"Yes." Wow," she said. "We really did it." No we didn't," I said. "All we did was the dangerous part." But it went in me," she argued. "I'm not a virg...n any more."I sighed inside. She had no idea, and I couldn't explain it to her."So ... you want to do it again?" I asked.She blinked. "Well ... it didn't hurt ... and I'm glad we did it ... but it wasn't like I thought it would be. I expected ... more, I guess." That's because we didn't really make love," I said, patiently. "Trust me on this; you. I knew that my wife will mark with red ink the products in the catalogue that she would like to buy. The prices will be printed and there will be some discount on these prices. “Well, you can bring them down here” I said as a passive response. “Thank you sir, I shall be there in about an hour” she said and hung up.I started recalling this lady’s visit some time in the past. She has come with her ten year old son. A short, slightly bulky lady with an attractive face, short cropped hair. A bit. " She implored as he dived deeper. Sensible now, are we? Placing three fingers in her mouth and one in her ass he hammered upwards like never before, becoming deft to her cries nor could he feel the nails digging into his skin. All that mattered was making that throbbing pussy cum again."KhuuuuuuiiinI'll come. It hurts and feels so good." She managed to say despite the mouthful of fingers."Oh yes. Be a good daughter and let's cum together." he-couldn't hold it off anymore, his cock was about to. Monica hardly touched my cock any more and it bounced fully erect. When she noticed a bit of pre-cum leaking from its eye, she used her finger to wipe it off and placed her finger in front of my mouth and told me to lick off her treat."Thank you Monica," I told her. It was now expected that I thank her for so many of the things she did for me, including my whippings and my servings of cum or pre-cum in this case and for my new panties.Monica went into her bedroom, it was no longer both of ours,.