Usually guys had to work hard to get her to cum. Often she didn't. But now, it was almost like she was fighting it because she wanted this to last lon...er. And his hands, the way they touched her. It was amazing. She felt like she really meant something to him, that she wasn't just some meat that he had bagged. He was respectful, yet showed how badly he needed her. He loved her, she could tell, and it overwhelmed her. It was almost as though he could read her thoughts as he took control. She was. I just closed my eyes, listening to this older man fucking my young ass.“Fuck. Fuck. I’m fucking your ass! You were bad! I’m making you feel what happens to you when you’re bad!” “Mmm. I’m thinking of when you had those short-shorts on a few weeks ago. Damn, I wanted to fuck your ass then. Now, I’m doing it. You’re tight little teen ass. How does my cock feel in your asshole?! Do you feel me in your lower intestine?! Yah, fuck your teen girl ass!” He said, breathing heavy, not really looking. “I hope I had nothing to do with you two breaking up,” I said. Gemma did not reply. “You didn’t tell him what happened between us did you?” “No,” Gemma replied. “But it was time to move on. He wasn’t as experienced in bed as I would have liked.” I was surprised by what she said and hoped she thought I was ‘more experienced’ from our time together in her room. “It turns me on that I get you hard,” Gemma said. “Really?” I said. “Do I do anything to you?” “Make me wet,” she said looking. On the way home, a really wicked thought occurred to me. I was feeling really good and I wanted to celebrate finishing my project. I figured to hell with his bridge game, tonight we would do things my way. With the benefit of hindsight it was a great idea, but next time I'll ask what he feels like doing before I go changing any plans! When I got home I forgot about making dinner and instead called our favorite local restaurant to make a reservation. I was just drying off from a shower when I.