It was what she had been wanting for a long time. A real live cock fucking her cunt. It felt goddamn good.Despite the nagging pain it felt smooth.Bing...was fucking fast. Rapid in and out thrusts from his lean hips and strong haunches. Like a machine gun patter. Then he shot.It sprayed into her. A fine hot rain.It sloshed around as he continued his pumping.She hadn't come but she didn't care. It felt so good anyway. And she would eventually she was sure. If not this time then the next. There. After lunch, we had relaxed a bit talking regular stuff about the future plans of her family and she asked about mine and I told I’ll be getting married next year.She wished me luck and hugged me and told your wife will be very lucky for getting you as you know what a woman needs and understands and obeys her. I felt happy and gave a kiss. That started our next round of encounter and we went to the bedroom again.This time I tried doggy style and she enjoyed it more than missionary and she. Your hands tighten in my hair once again and in a husky voice you beg me to stop teasing you. I place one last teasing kiss on the very tip and push your boxers all the way down and you kick them off. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear I lean down and swirl my tounge around the head before pulling you into my mouth. The feeling and taste of you being in my mouth turns me on more than anything. I keep trailing my nails over Your stomach. Your hands turn to fists in my hair, pulling it gently. When they were marketed as soft, sensitive, gentle, cuddly, caring, quiche cookers (don't ask me about that last thing, it's some sort of twentieth century reference to an unsuccessful male type) nobody wanted them. Well, that's not quite accurate. It would be more precise to say that nobody wanted them for long.Some very smart market research people at the time surveyed large numbers of women to find out what they wanted in a male. The results were combined, sifted, massaged, and the first.