But one fateful day all that was to change.One Sunday morning, about ten o’clock, she had popped round to mine prior to us going for a long walk whi...h would also take in an old Anglo-Saxon church she was intrigued by followed by a Sunday roast at a country pub which we loved.But it wasn’t to be.After I’d let her into my house I asked her if she fancied a coffee or a tea and then told her that I just needed to do a bit of washing up before we went out.“That’s fine, we’ve plenty of time,” she had. Now its all nice and wet." Mom smiled.With that she pulled up and off and guided my cock back to her waiting asshole. "Now you staystill and let me do all the work. I am going to have to go slow till its all in me and I am fully stretched." Mom told me.With my cock back at her hole, Mom slowly started to slide down on my cock. I could feel hertrying to relax her hole by acting like she was taking a dump. Each time she did a quarter of inch of my cock would slip in. I watched Mom's face as she. In fact,doing that had reawakened by old jerk off fantasies about... well...being feminized.Not having a lot of friends, I had only one person I felt comfortablesharing my marital problem with. That is, the problem of Mariel's waninginterest, not that other stuff. I had known Dwayne since high school.There were a lot of Black guys in my class and some of them liked totaunt me because I'm short and slender. My small dick had been a runningjoke in the locker room. Even though Dwayne joined. Her lips were soft, sweet and wonderful. I practically melted in her arms. Kelly’s passion was contagious. We barely made it to the bedroom with any clothes on. Our weeks-long conversation was over and the time for talk was over.Kelly started by untucking my shirt so he could run her hand up my chest. She ran her fingers over my hairy chest while sucking my tongue in the most sensuous French Kiss I ever had. Little did I know that was a small sample of what was to come later. I ran my hands.