Being a horny guy that I am, I even went on to ask if I could touch her boobs or if I could kiss her, to which she refused straight away.She said she ...as married and she wasn’t looking anything that way. But when I used to ask about her sexual fantasies etc, she used to tell everything without any hesitation. I was not understanding what really Ayesha wants from me.Even after asking many times, she used to blatantly refuse my advances. This went on for a while. But Ayesha was always friendly to. Pulled down my trunks, pulled off her sundress and pushed me back on the bed. My cock never did go soft from cumming and now I am on my back on her bed. She stepped up on her bed straddling me and lowered her hairy cunt onto my cock. I was balls deep in her instantly. WHAT A FEELING. Olive just sat there with my cock deep in her and looked at me. No real expression on her face. She just sat there for eternity it seemed (maybe two minutes). Seemed a long time to me, but then she closed. It may even be the best that’s ever happened to you. He doesn’t deserve you, you’re too good for him. Why can’t you see that?” I was out of breath, for some reason I though if I spoke fast enough, she might actually listen, but like always whatever I said enter through one ear and exited through the other. I sat there for another half hour listening to her put herself down, cry, mumble, and just run around in circles about the same things… My head was starting to hurt, and after years of. I could not prevent what happened to her, but I could still protect them. Then I crawled under the blankets with her, though she protested. She didn’t have much fight left in her. I had to do it because I had to bring her out of the shock she had descended into. I simply held her as tightly as she would let me. Her tears soaked my shirt. Her hands trembled. Slowly her body began to warm, but it took hours. When she finally did collapse into sleep from sheer exhaustion, she had nightmares that.