”“I would be delighted but I’ll have to change first, Sarah. I don’t think muddy jeans and wellingtons are appropriate wear.”Sarah looked at...me. I had mud splashes well above my knees. She pulled at her skirt. The hem was mud-spattered.“OK. But casual wear will do. Half an hour?”“Half an hour it is.”Sarah gave me a hug as I left her outside her flat to walk the hundred yards to mine. I fed the gas meter with enough coins for a quick shower. My hair was still damp as I rang her door bell but I. I could not hold still and kept moaning and moaning, she had no remorse. I took a pounding before she pulled it out, grabbed me by the hair and told me to lay on my stomach on her bed. Before I knew it she was fucking me again in a new position. We only did this position a few more times in our relationship but it was awesome. Before too long she then wanted me to ride the cock. We had talked about this leading up to actually doing it and I knew what was coming next. I got on top and rode. “And fuck me quickly.”Holding her ass tightly, I pushed my cock into her. Mamatha moaned as I entered her, putting my hard cock all the way into her pussy and it went in neatly. She was so wet and moist, as I had stretched her all out with my fingers.Mamatha’s pussy took my hard big cock in one thrust! I sank it hilt-deep between her pussy lips; she whimpered. Then I pushed in again, not even letting her catch her breath but fucking her hard and deep. Mamatha panted and groaned, begging for. What a fool she had been. If she could only go back in time and change that one week…but she knew she couldn’t. Somehow she had also learned to carry on with her life because there was a good chance that he would never want her again. And even if he did, she was a different person now. When Heather had walked out on Jake that night, she’d gone through a myriad of emotions – hurt that they hadn’t been able to work things out, a sense of desperation wanting him to come after her, anger at how.