Her manner felt calm and compassionate, like a big sister comforting her younger sibling. Though the women had just met, Sandra understood the emotion...l aspect of female sexual response. Even seasoned porn starlets sometimes cried when Samson made love to them. It freaked them out that a relative stranger could make them feel so vulnerable; that he could give them pleasure that a longtime boyfriend or husband could not. Sandra might have been a slutty cuckquean but she also had a heart. The. It was already almost 6:00 AM leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes as the sun warmed my skin. I took a sip from my coffee and then stood up to stretch. I reached up as high as I could and turned back and forth to stretch my back too.“Good morning,” i heard her say.“Good morning,” I replied.“Beautiful day isn’t it?” she said sipping from her own coffee.She had her elbows against the rail and was leaning forward slightly as she looked below at the people going about their business. She was. .. if you say so...” as if agreeing to it just because I had so, though extremely pleased that I was continuing to take so much interest in her.“Fantastic...” I replied with a big smile, as I stepped back and nodded happily. “I’m honored ... oh my dearest Sarla aunty...” I said with a flourish, bowing my head in mock chivalry.“You naughty boy...” she chided me fondly, playfully slapping me on my arm. “By the way ... you and I are part of a little conspiracy already...” she said, something. I adjusted my stance and my aim and pressed into her. My eyes closed as she opened and I pushed inside, sighing as I felt my cock sliding into her. My hands settled on her ass cheeks and gripped slightly as I worked my cock fully inside her, pulling out a bit and pushing deeper several times until I was fully seated in her warmth, buried to the root. I shifted my weight, feeling my cockhead brushing her cervix as it only does from rear entry. I held my position, pressing myself deep as she.