I inquired about her husband as I could not hear any sounds from the house. She casually told me that he was in army on duty for the last three months...and she had been living alone all this time. I now understood why she needed the helping hand to complete her household job. Anyway, I was too fond of her to deny anything. Then I asked her about the work that needed to be taken care of. Hearing this she smiled and told me that she had asked the neighbor’s son the previous evening to do it and. , slim and a very beautiful face with green eyes, wide lips and long brunette hair, she needed some one to dance with and since I was the best in my class the trainer told me to dance with her, and while we were dancing I felt her beautiful but strong arms rub and squeeze my butt, I looked at her ,she winked at me and I winked back so she grabbed my hand and she put it inside her panties and I moved it and felt a relaxed and a huge cock, I pulled my hand, and smiled at her, so she grabbed my. " "How about your black suit--" "I'm not going to a fucking funeral, Susan. Jesus Christ, what is it with you lately? You've been walking around with your damn head up your ass for weeks now! Losing the credit card bill, then running the car battery dead, and now this." "I'm sorry," she repeated. I'd seen my mom and dad have arguments like this before and never really paid much attention. This time was different. I was getting really angry about how he was treating her. And I was even more. Slowly at first and then faster and faster, riding it up and down. The feeling was overwhelming, it filled my ass and emptied it over and over. Each time as I slid up the dildo, even without it inside of me for only a few seconds, I missed it. I wanted it to stay buried deep in my ass. I slid down the shaft of the dildo and left it inside of me, pulling the back of my thong over the base to keep it in and prevent it from sliding out. I walked back over to the computer, dildo still inside of me..