He let out a shaky moan and I felt a warm rush. I knew he'd just come in me.He pulled out and started to apologize profusely, then said it was my faul... for turning him on.I lectured him for a bit and told him if I got pregnant he'd have to take responsibility."Whether I wanted to keep it or not you'd have to be there for me,” I said. "Plus I didn't get to come."Well, I think I can fix that," he said.He had me stand up over him and he licked and sucked my pussy and clit until I was gushing and. Then, suddenly, he shoves into me, spearing into my ass with an alarming swiftness. Before I can even cry out, he’s already halfway out and pushing back in. As he slams his penis into me again, I feel his head pushing into some part of me, hitting the absolute deepest it can go, a twist in my colon.He slides back and shoves forcefully into me, hitting that wall, the curve of my inside, and making me cry out. Tears fill my eyes, as pain wracks me. My walls seem to be on fire, and they’re more. Is there a rule about when I should ask? I bet if I read Cosmopolitan I would know the ten best dating tips and how to tell when he likes you…” She was still wearing that dream like smile, slow and confident, totally different to the coy shy act she’d played earlier today, weighing me up with her eyes. “OK,” she murmured. “Is that a yes?” “It’s an OK.” “Good enough for me. When’re you free?” She paused and checked her phone, “Hmmm, how about tomorrow? Sooner is better, leaves less chance to. Who ever we are, we carry baggage built up over time some from our early teenage period, mine has been built up layer by layer over sixty years, and mine was both physical and mental. I now have AMD (Age Related Macular Degeneration) so I can not get around being not allowed to drive a car, so potential lovers need to be mobile and visit me, there were many who did but found the travelling for necessary courtship exhausting. My mental baggage has to do with not recognising the signs that pass.