She really hated those games that were second nature to most females in well-behaved society because they spoke to her of a certain level of duplicity...and deceit was never her forte, if the truth be known.Honeysuckle was much better at the direct approach to coupling confrontations and she was more comfortable with whispers under her breath right in her partner’s ear than in disguised suggestions easily misunderstood by a member of the opposite sex. There could be no doubt where things were. I'm sure this stud mastered my wife's hot buttons. After all, he managed to get my usually shy and conservative wife completely undressed and really worked up before pushing his big thick cock into her pussy.As he picked up speed and his balls began slapping my wife's ass, she responded to his comment on her pussy in a whisper, "Is it?" That's just like her, too! Uncomfortable discussing genitalia; conditioned by her Mother to be prudish.She was whispering because she was nervous as hell and. His dick was going in and out of her sweet anus.In this posture, his dick looked quite big, that is why mom was complaining to him that his dick was stretching her anus.After a few strokes, Jagdesh wanted to grab mom’s asscheeks and pump her anus faster but again mom was still not used to this position him she begged him not to go fast. This time, Jagdesh listened to her and so he decided to fuck her asshole slowly.While she was riding him, he was enjoying the sight of her milky big boobs which. "He sat down and she paced. He didn't say anything.She froze, and pivoted on one heel and one toe, to face him."You said you love me." I do," he said."Then why are you being so mule-headed?" she asked."I'm not trying to be mule-headed," he said. "I'm trying to be responsible." What does that mean?" she asked."Sit down," he said."No." Layla ... sit down." Why?" Because you're all worked up and you don't need to be." How can you say that?" she asked. She came over and plopped onto the couch ....