She said the urge to finger herself was so intense, but she wanted to "catch" him and be the one in power here. So she didn't want him to know she was...turned on. She waited until she saw his head tip back, and eyes clothes, and she knew he was going to shoot his cum. Just then she cleared her throat. He jumped around to see her as his cock was spraying everywhere. She said he looked at her like a deer in headlights, and tried to cover his spewing cock with her panties. This obviously caused him. He caught that I was befuddled, so pressed on with the topic to clarify his inquiry. "I mean - what if I had a deadly illness and the doctor only gave me a week to live - but I'm strong enough to have sex - would you let me die a virgin? . . . Or would you instead take pity on me and fuuh . . uh .. make love to me, your dying son? I was struggling with both the mental image of my son in a hospital bed, and me astride him; a vision filled with grieving, and yes - pity, and . . was that a. She moved down until the head began to stretch her tight sphincter. The pain was intense as the head of his cock slipped in. She was panting deeply, as she slowly lowered herself onto his waiting cock.“Oh god, it hurts.” She cried, never relenting on her obsession. She laid her head on his shoulder and continued to abuse her own ass. Art just sat there, thoroughly enjoying the tight confines of her butt. “Oh, oh, it’s too big.” She cried, rising up then sitting down again on it, shoving. He comes home late, eats goes to bed, and usually falls asleep right away. Sometimes I feel like I am a maid here and unloved.”I said “Have you talked this over with him? He may not realize what is happening.” “You are smart for a younger man.”“Let me say this, If I had a wife like you, I would not let her feel unloved. I say that as not to infer I am not coming on to you.”She walks up to me, grabs my hand and says “Come on to me.” and tongue kisses me while “testing” my hardening dick thru my.