Smither poured his tea from the cup into the saucer and blew over the top, and then brought it to his lips. He slurped and belched loudly. Mrs. Smithe... stared at the old, ugly figure as her finger twirled inside her ear trying to dislodge something bothering her."Too bad that boy won't be around," Mrs. Smither said, her eyes going vacant as she reminisced. "He had a nice hard cock. Not like the wimpy one I'm used to." Well, I'll miss that blonde cheerleader's tight wet pussy. I'm stuck with an. All she knew was that her sensitive pussy was being brutally ravaged by those rough fingers. And that her hips were moving slowly against them! As she tried to recover, she gasped and jumped but couldn’t get away. His weight on her was way too much for her to dislodge. His fingers went faster, exploring the inside of her. Bending, thrusting and probing as if they had gone mad. When the thumb started rubbing her clit, she did her best to mentally detach herself from her frail situation and think. "God that feels so strange," she thought to herself. As a man, she neverimagined what it would be like to have shaved legs, nevertheless howstimulating it was to have them touch each other. She rubbed them togetherslowly for a few minutes. She felt her arousal growing in her groin. Shetook her dainty left had and slid it down her side, tracing her curveswith her palms, letting her slender fingers hover just above the skin'ssurface When she got to her short, red pubic hairs she let her. Finally I came harder than I ever have and he lovingly lapped up my wetness while my orgasm subsided. I told him why it was so intense for me and he just laughed and shrugged off my suggestions of exploring a bit more. I pretty much gave up after I brought it up a few more times and even tried to get his hard dick in my ass while he was slamming me doggy style, and he still said no. So I dropped it.One night we went out with some friends. We both had a couple of drinks and walked home. As soon.