I loved the comparative luxury I enjoyed with her. Still on occasion I liked to visit my old haunts and would have her drive me there, and having her...take us for a drink in some pretty crummy bars. I could see she wasn’t too comfortable in some places, she hated the crude language you would sometimes hear there. She never complained, always tried to put on a brave face and pretend she was enjoying herself. I knew she was doing it for me, it was just I could read her discomfort in her body. We used to talk a lot on phones and regularly have sex chat and phone sex. In theater cinemas I use to finger her, suck her boobs, she used to stroke my tool and make me come in my underwear. She used to say if you making my panty wet your underwear should also be wet. Only the thing remaining was inserting my tool in her vagina. We used to see porn in the cinemas and used to do all the oral sex which we saw the clip and was possible there.We used to always talk about the further step but she. As I am pulling it out she is squeezing it trying to hold on to it, keeping it inside her longer."POP" and out it comes and her asshole is wide open like The Holland tunnel in NYC. I positioned myself up to ass and never had to push my cock into her.You could say it just "FELL IN". As soon as it went into her she clamped down on my hard cock with vise grip muscles."I suckered you in on that one, didn't I ?" "Yes you did you little bitch" Good now fuck me hard in both my hot holes". I must say. I chuckled. Our fun was suddenly ended by her mom’s car pulling into the driveway. We totally forgot what time it was as we rushed and s**ttered to get our clothes on. Just as her mom walked into the door we had shut the bedroom door and made our way towards her to greet her. Her mom’s hands were full and straining, I went up to her and grabbed the bags from her hands and set them down on the floor. “There’s more things outside Rob” she said to me. My knees were wobbly and my legs felt like I.