She really was.She saw the penis approaching, she felt the tip on her privates, and then she felt it begin to glide in. Wow!Mr. Burns moaned and whisp...red, “So incredibly sexy, Sam. So amazing...”His cock began going in and out a little, but mostly it went in, a little more each time. People called it ‘meat’ sometimes, and she could see -- feel -- why. She thought her pussy was now chock full of meat, but he kept pressing in and her vagina was deeper than she had thought. His dick kept going in. And my dilemma was that I could nothave mentioned it to her at all – you see, because sheknew of my past, she would never be convinced that Iwas doing it to please her. It just boiled down tothat.It was all very frustrating and never ending till oneevening when I “accidentally” went in to one of myolder haunts – a well used urinal in a “gay” park whichhad some glory holes hidden behind the toilet papercontainers. I went in the toilet stall and uncoveredthe. .em..lifts dumped me and I need some money for a taxi?"He laughed. "That right? Well show us what ya got slut and I'll see if it's worth it!" He grinned.I'd found the poppers and I took a few deep sniffs to take the edge off my dear and nervousness. They were strong, freshly opened and hit the spot I needed. I smiled as I called the bottle and slipped it in the coat pocket. I opened the cost wider, letting him see my lowcut top and cleavage. He grinned but said nothing, so I reached down and. I glanced at it, and suddenly noticed her ample bosom."Oh, sir..."He lip was trembling like a small child's. I could not, for some reason, take my eyes off her. There was something about the whole scene which struck me somewhere. I found myself lustily running my eyes down her body, around her breasts, down her plump tummy, and suddenly had an image of her legs discreetly pressed together, hiding the hairy (smooth? I wondered if she was the kind to shave) snatch which had birthed her two kids.I.