The tip of her slippery cock nudged his ass, sliding and rubbing, teasing him, he spread his cheeks for her pulling his ass wide, she was in position ...nd lean't her weight gradually forward, easing the head of her cock into his waiting hole, he moaned and tightened around her, he took a deep breath and relaxed as she slipped deeper, inch by inch, allowing him to adjust to the thick length as it plunged gradually as deep as it would go, until he felt her balls against him. She wanted to fuck him. He caught them both in his hands and started pinching my nipples at the same time. Some time he would push me with such strength that I would raise so high that it would seem that his penis would come out, but he would control me with such skill that I would be down just before his tip remain inside. With every stroke his dick was getting harder and harder and I knew that he would be reaching his orgasm soon. Finally he gave one last push and before I landed back on his lap, his discharge had. His Dad had taught him the trade, it was all he knew, and having a club foot it was all he could do for work. Dad drank himself into his box, he had gambled, he had squandered his money, and finally to every-ones relief, fallen (staggered) into the river on his way home one night with his pockets weighed down with full beer bottles! A non-swimmer it was soon over, his funeral adding another couple of thousand to their problems. That had been six months ago, to cut down on outgoings, they had. Patrice swallowed hard before speaking. ‘Fran, you don’t have anything to be sorry about.’ ‘Yes, I do,’ Fran said through the tears. ‘I took Tim away from you, and I didn’t regret it one bit.’ She was crying full force now, the pent up guilt and fear cascading out of her and washing her soul. ‘We talked about this, back then. We came to a decision.’ Patrice’s words were almost cold, unfeeling. ‘I kept my promise. I never told him, until a few weeks ago. I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t keep it.