I felt guilty and selfish and perverted all at the same time.Sarah's hand stopped me. She grabbed my arm and pulled me back to her, until I was face t... face with her. Without saying anything, she leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. Her tears wet my cheeks as I allowed her to do anything she wanted, too stunned by this turn of events to react. Her hands clutched at me, holding my breast in one and my neck with the other. Her tongue hungrily sought out mine and intertwined with it. I. I went back to my room roused my bed-warmer and enjoyed her at the side of the high bed, horsing her standing, bouncing her on my hard rod until she collapsed blubbering and was barely able to rise to her knees to suck me clean and lick my throbbing balls. Her tenure was about accomplished, and I'd soon have to seek another and let my friends have her for their pleasure and relief. Few bed-girls lasted more than a month or two. The supply, fortunately, was practically inexhaustible.I dressed. The thrill of his cock as it scrapes my prostate, bringing joy to my body both inside and out. The way the man controls it, sliding in and out, back and forth, at first slow and easy and then hard and fast as he begins to pound me and to fill me completely as he lets me know that he owns my body. The thrill of submitting to him, wanting it, begging for more, moaning and screaming out in utter want as he takes me. Oh man, the feel of his body as I feel him laying on me, whether hairy or smooth,. And I occupied one of them. Little had i noticed a lady was busy tapping her phone besides me. And she is the angel of my story.She must be in mid-forties. Her long hairs were so beautiful and it reached almost upto navel of hers. A bit of it bruised my forearms. The silky touch of it made me feel wonderful. I haven’t seen her face yet and i was eager to have a glance of it. Her hairs had covered her sweet side of face. I just wanted to take my fingers to edge of her ear through her silky hairs.