Tramell? Might I bother you for a moment? You must be Jo Tramell, yes?"Jo glanced at me and nodded."You look just like your pictures. It's so nice to ...inally meet Mr. and Mrs. America."Jo and I looked at each other again, not sure how to react to this."I'm sorry, I have the better of you. I'm Madeline Walsh. I used to ... work with Mike."I stiffened. What Mike did was never entirely revealed to me. I had some clue about it – I couldn't not, after the youth we'd had -, but no details. Never. As she pondered this, she thought about taking on ahousemate with the potential of a marriage partner, someone that couldhelp manage the home but also someone that she could also manage, as shecertainly did not want to lose her independence to some strong willedmale. This thought brought her to Paul, one of the bank clerks she knew.Shortly after that, she approached Paul at work and asked him to join herfor lunch at a nearby eating place. Paul was taken back by the proposal,but as he grew up. I was awestruck then, I know, and I still look at that and the way it feels as one of life’s profound pleasures; I suppose I always will. Somehow, I didn’t squirt. I almost did, it was very borderline for several very long seconds, but I managed to hold out. She took over after that, riding me, coming, somehow knowing – probably by the expression on my face - when I was about to even though she hadn’t asked me to tell her, and stopping or changing her movements just enough to prevent my. Then she felt close to climax.She asked me if I would allow her to come…I shook my head and she whimpered in frustration. Then I pushed my dick deeper in her rectum; stretching her again, causing her an intense pain.She cried like crazy, but I kept sodomizing her deeply, without any regard to her discomfort, pumping her ass in a wild way…Then Sheila’s body began to shake as her orgasm approached. I lifted up his head and told her: “Now you can cum for me, babe…”I pushed even deeper and I fucked.