Thankfully he didn't. He just held me gently and softly said how good it felt. Strangely he made me feel feminine,felt odd at first but I did like it....Later on thinking about it I wondered if that's how a woman feels or experiences being feminine. He continued with encouraging talk and I found myself to not be so clumsy anymore. I stroked him as I sucked him off at the same time as I played with his balls. LOL I felt like a pro and that I could have starred in a porn movie. I was so proud of. I want to feel this sweet cock again (I grabbed his big cock in my hands as I spoke) inside me." He zipped himself up and I slowly got myself situated again. Sitting down, I spread my legs wide enough to relax and I began looking for the right dirty book in my desk to sit and read. I sorted through 15 different dirty books. The covers were very naughty, to say the least. I chose the one that had a woman on her knees and a huge big black dog up on her back with his dick buried deep in her.I knew. His cock was rock hard as he ****d into my sore hole again. ‘Do these guys ever go soft’ I thought to myself as his pounding increased and the table creaked with the weight of us both. He took hold of my flaccid dick pulling so tight on it I cried out with the pain. ‘Shut your mouth you little cunt’ he said, we’ll do what we want with you’ and continued fucking me like an a****l. His friend was encouraging him to fuck harder and harder. He came with a loud moan nearly knocking both of us off. It was the sweetest thing Mommy has ever known, the day he told her he loved her in the middle of all his mess. She made him forget all his failures and opened his eyes to possibilities. Being loved by him, as wrong as it was, is probably the closest Mommy will ever be to where you are. He was very funny, had a wicked wit, was brilliant about a great many things. He wasn’t a dandy with his hands like many violinists, and he was always in the middle of every lively conversation. He was married.