" That got her aroused a little, and when she found that the strap-on tickled her own clit and pussy as she fucked me she really got into it. That was...the first night my new wife fucked my bung-hole. It would not be the last. When we got home I felt she needed a little time to learn to love this new life. So I didn't introduce her to my friends for several weeks. We just kept learning (as I taught) about the anal life-style. Eventually, I told her we were going to have a dinner party for my. Mom walked in on me, busted me spanking my monkey. I was embarrassed but she did not seemed fazed at all. Then it happened again and again. "Well don't let me stop you, go ahead and finish" or "Don't mind me." She would say. So the fourth time she walked in on me I just kept on stroking. Mom stood there watching. I creamed a huge load into one of my socks. "My that is a lot of sperm. Do you always jizz that much? That is way more than your father or any other man I have been with. Speaking of. ”“Music and engineering? That’s a spread.”She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling again. As their conversation continued, slowly turning from small talk to something more in depth, Darren learned more about Andrea. She was quiet, but not shy by any means, most comments from her were intuitive and blunt. She seemed to enjoy her solitude, her obvious hesitation regarding the party and her solo work at the company all exemplified this. Andrea was a solid woman.It dawned on him that they had been. .. ," she laughed. "You're one of those, huh? I wish I were!" she said."If you want to follow me home, we can have lunch on my nice cool veranda."Just don't follow me too close. Us older guys sometimes make sudden stops—I wouldn't want you to end up on top of me," I laughed.Suddenly that wicked sense of humor of hers, reared its delightful head again."Is that 'cause you think you're going to end up on top of me, later?" she teased, with an impish little giggle.Oh, WOW! I thought, stand back.