"It burns inside me." She twisted as his cock gouged her fuckhole and stretched the cushiony walls of her pussy. "It hurts, Mona. God... it hurts."Mon... ignored the child's whimpering cries. She stroked Beauty's balls. "Fuck her, Beauty. Make her a woman." She hefted his balls and stared at his fat prick. It was half buried inside Barbi's pussy.Barbi thrashed on the bench. She grabbed the horse's flanks and clawed. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes widened. "He's goin' deeper, Mona!" Fear was. My wife had liked to do that too.“Let’s get comfortable until you recover,” she requested. I led her to my bed. We lay side by side and caressed each other as we talked. Or rather, as she talked.“I’m SOOO glad this happened. I’ve been wanting to do this with you ever since your wife left. What’s it been, six months? [I nodded] You know how Ron [her husband] has been putting on weight for years. He won’t take care of his diabetes either. He hasn’t been able to do what we just did for a very long. "Oh my, I thought. Angus Sinclair. Martha's Angus. [see "Aftermath"] Still at Wollongong. I got into a pair of chinos and a clean shirt and walked over, considering how small the universe was.There were about two dozen in the audience. The three of us sat towards the rear of the room. A prof introduced Angus. Apparently he'd published a small book every five years. His hair and beard were still ginger, but visibly grey-white. He looked sad."Thank you. I'm glad to be here, and I glad to see. While doing this, she stroked my cock gently, getting it all soapy lathered. I let her take the head of my cock and insert it into her asshole, since this was her fantasy. As the head squeezed in, the pressure around my cock was so tight I wanted to cum immediately, but then she started gliding slowly, millimeter by millimeter, taking more and more of the 8 inch veiny cock inside her orifice (I was standing holding onto the wall, she was bent over in front of me), until she had my balls.