She could not believe how easy she made herself cum and wondered if this was normal; she had never masturbated before today and now it seemed she just...could not stop.Forcing herself to dress in her nightgown she exited the bathroom and seeing their bedroom in total darkness she called out to her husband; "Bob; My head is pounding so I am simply going to slip into bed and try to sleep it off!"From somewhere downstairs she heard her husband answer and she was glad she could slip into an empty. Becky was back home from university for the weekend. On the Saturday afternoon she and my wife went out shopping together. They’d been gone a few minutes when I heard a mobile phone ringing. It was Becky’s. She’d left it behind in the lounge. To be without her mobile phone is the ultimate disaster for a girl and she was glad when I answered and assured her it was safe. But when I put her phone down I noticed Becky had left something else behind too – her little notebook of passwords. With. She was not the least bit shy about pushing her huge mature-woman boobs into my greedy mouth and encouraged me to start off by sliding my big boy between them until I managed to touch her waiting lips with my eager pre-cum dripping tip.Her tongue came out to greet me and I was hooked by her sheer look of lust and naughty joy each time her tongue licked my bullet head. I have to admit that the sight of my spunk spurting out so forcefully to cover her face with long creamy lines of man-juice made. Corey likes it, too, she knows when she hears the man moan quietly behind her as their bodies make their sensual rhythmic movement together. Mr. Corey’s huge cock now moves easier in and out of the little girl’s slimy asshole and increases the rhythm and force of his thrusts. ‘God, it feels good,’ thinks Mr. Corey, like a tight, elastic ring surrounding his shaft and pulling at it each time he slips his prick in and out of her, almost as if her asshole is milking his cock. It feels like a girl.