As he was digesting the news about her age and widowhood she leaned closer and planted a big kiss on his lips followed by a firm hug with “I like yo... a lot, Philip. I don’t mind the age thing if you don’t.”He managed, “I really like you too. You are so lovely but more importantly, NICE. I’ve had some bad experiences with other girls so I’m glad you’re more grown up.”The workouts had improved her looks, no doubt of that, but she never thought of herself as “lovely”. Oh, well, beauty is in the. I oblige and slowly push my finger in, just the tip. You let out a lil "Mmm, oh that's nice". And push against my finger. I get the tip in up to the first knuckle and I can feel your asshole tighten down on it. I squeeze more lube around my finger as I pull it out a lil bit then push it back in slowly and deeper. I keep doing this as I push my finger in deeper each time. You keep moaning and moving your ass around pushing against me so I can go deeper. I then push my second finger in along with. ’ ‘Oh, but I do. Nice treat for the ego, isn’t it?’ ‘Uh-huh.’ ‘It gets better,’ Monica grinned. ‘What do you daydream about? Tell me your fantasies, Casey. All of them. Anything.’ ‘I’m kinda vanilla,’ he shrugged. His brain worked just fine. His voice still trembled with pleasure. ‘Nothing wrong with that.’ ‘I want it all. I want to be pursued. I want to be the aggressor. I want them to pose. I want them to know they’re hot, and enjoy it and to feel confident and offer themselves to me. But. Her arms and legs were thrashing about as orgasms began to dominate every part of her. Verbal expression had been reduced to moans and the occasional scream at the peak of an orgasm. She tried to speak, but all that could be understood were the occasional “Michael”, “Fuck”, “Now” or other related words. He raised up, clasped her knees under his arms, and pinned her to the bed, making his penetration even deeper. She was already glistening from her sweat and beginning to gasp for breath. None of.