He had chosen to befemale, that much was clear. And he wanted to make the most of malenesswhile he still had it."Yeah, probably. Maybe more, but not m...ch." Sure, " I said. "Let me change and let's go."Our afternoon at the beach was great. The waves were just right forenjoying and the eye candy was wonderful, as usual. We talked to a fewgirls and a handful of surfers and swam before lying down and lettingthe last rays of sun dry us off. Michael seemed to be content at thatmoment, and we talked. M. we said our goodnights and headed upstairs. I let her shower first, terrified of making a move on her. What if she laughed at me? She had a boyfriend, she was older and probably more experienced, and fear of fears, what if she didn't like me that way? She came out of the bathroom in a terry robe, barefoot, with her hair wrapped in a towel."Your turn," she smiled, and sat on the edge of the bed.I nervously hurried through washing and rinsing, my mind awhirl and my nipples aching.I chose a. Next I started to add the rest of my fingers inside of her butt until I had formed a fist inside of her butt hole. I shoved my fist in her butt hole deeper and she continued riding me. I used my left hand to fuddle her large breasts. I was fisting her butt hole, rubbing her breasts, while she was riding me an hour passed by without either of us realizing. I came inside of her pussy dozens of times, she did things to me that only an experienced woman could do.Her nipples were hard and the milk. Her husband was swatting away with every ounce of strengthhe'd used earlier and now that she was naked, the smacks stungthat much more, but Katie was loving it. With anxiety removedfrom the equation and shame no longer an obstacle to herpleasure, she not only welcomed the blistering heat ofevery swat, but eagerly lifted her bottom for more.Mrs. Bingham had had acquired a taste for this medicineand was quite willing to beg for another spoonful.A few tears still escaped her eyes, but Katie was no.