. She told me how much it meant for her. She was in her mid fifties, and although the sex was still good and frequent.. it hasn't been anything lik... the past few weeks since she and I had begun our fucking.... she asked me how she could ever thank me enough... can you imagine that??? SHE was asking me.. how she could thank ME??? damn.. she's good at this... her hand was on my cock again about then... and, well.. can you imagine my thoughts.. she was fucking me.. she was telling. He has not done this before. Are there unforeseen, unforeseeable consequences? As his finger descends, he tries to imagine flesh turned into 0’s and 1’s being transmitted and almost simultaneously reassembled at nine other computers to be viewed, savored, fantasized, masturbated over. Though probably not immediately. And where and by whom? His gut tightens. His cock is hard. Staring at the screen he is about to unzip his pants and masturbate when the telephone rings. He lets the answering. . Soon she came and then immediately I tried to insert my hard tool .. She tried to say no but I started kissing her lips and kept pressing my tool inside .. I t went partially in after some struggle and then I pushed it further with force.I was finally entered fully and she was crying with pain with tears in her eyes. I started stroking her slowly and later increased my speed . She started enjoying it and started moaning hard after some tine . She was screaming like ‘fuck me fuck me aahha. " She blushed and got flustered. "Oh. I shouldn't have said that." I smiled."Don't worry. I won't tell Angela." At the door she turned."Why do I get on with you so well? I shouldn't after the way I treated you." I don't threaten you, and you don't threaten me. It's simple. We can be friends without the ogre in the background." She nodded."Yes. That must be it."Millie brought my meal tray most evenings and would return half an hour later to collect the dirty dishes. At these times she started to.