I laid back on the couch watching one of my favorite porn DVD’s, running my hands through my nice dark curly bush, with one finger just touching my ...wollen clit as another finger dipped in and out of my very moist cunt. I played like this for about 30 minutes, bringing myself close to a hard cum and backing off, up and down, but I needed more. I have some toys in my bedroom, but I was in the mood to experiment. I pushed myself over the edge and came using my fingers, and got up and went. My blood felt similarly as it whooshed through my veins, my pulse pounding from the rain and the run and—most especially—the touch. We stared at one another for a few long seconds, until he accepted my silence as acquiescence. I was powerless to move. My body wanted him, ached for his fingers inside it. When he palmed my cheek, I groaned to his touch. He didn’t speak, merely leaned across the center console and kissed me—tenderly at first, but quickly growing in urgency. I bit his lips, and he. He lay her back and his hand slid under her nightdress, it slid up her leg not the legs of any supermodel I grant you but smooth soft, and feminine, slowly opening to his touch. He slid to the floor, kneeling at the altar of that old sofa, easing his left hand along her inner leg till it got to her crutch, her pubic hair, her wet slot of life, her eyes closed, he hoped in extasy!Her mind reeling, what was she doing, letting his hand, this young boys hand, touch her where only her hubby, doctor. She ended up cumming one more time as she had one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. Her body shook for several minutes after her last orgasm. He then had her get on all fours as he mounted her from behind. He grabbed her hips tightly and began to ram his big cock back into her. Her cries quickly had turned into screams again as she screamed out, “Omg! Omg!” Her 48 year old body couldn’t take it anymore as her body had fallen flat onto the bed. He sat on top of her ass as he mounted his.