It sure felt good. Images of his giant cock pumping deep in a real pussy surfaced out of the blue, making me squirm at the fantasy.''Push it deeper,''...I ordered and his strong hips surged forward, impaling his shaft to the hilt.A tinge of pain made me tense, expecting him to pull back and thrust again, but he never did. My ass muscles massaged the invading manhood until I relaxed enough for him to continue.Martin stroked my thighs while my ankles remained wedged over his shoulders. He was. ...She reluctantly swallowed the lot ,coffee coloured streaks... the lot . I said "That's the last time I fuck you and I got a load in each hole and for once you took your own shit ..So, Get dressed and get the fuck out of my house " .... Bewildered she said "wh..what..d'you mean" . I said I took all your shit to your dads , I cleared out MY spare room and dumped it all in his garage .." she quickly looked in the spare room .." What the " she said ... She ran back into the bedroom and stood. Once I married I was happy to make love to one man. After my divorce, I was battered and just didn't think I would ever feel that need for a sexual partner again. Eleven months of celibacy and I had finally cracked. I woke that morning feeling a familiar urge sparking to life. That urge that said I need sex and not mediocre sex with the guy next door. I wanted to be fucked like it was a man's last chance for sex. I wasn't the bar type. Honestly, it had been so long, did I remember how to flirt. Khar tha bhabi k samnay mujhy nanaga dykh kar bhabi ny gali di k bayghairta tery bhai ko aany dy to main subh bataon gi jo to nay kia hy main to dar gya khair main kapry phen kar bhabi k pas aya or unhain sory karny laga k ghalti ho gyi hy phir kabi aisa nai karon ga to woh khety hay k nai nai main bataon gi main bhot tens ho gaya phir aik dum mery khyal aya k keun na bhaibi ko chod don to yeh soch kar main utha or bhabi k samny khara ho gya hath jor kat or himmat akhthi kar k main nain un k.