It was REALLY painful, and he wasn’t helping. But then the pain itself became a pleasure as it washed over me that he didn’t care about what I wan...ed. He just wanted to f*ck. Just like my uncle. So I started to move on him. Through the pain, turning into pleasure, even as it started to subside, he – no, we – stretched my tight “pussy” out to begin to accommodate his massive girth and length.“Oh, fuck baby…” he moaned. Baby????? Without thinking I kissed him. I had never kissed my uncle; but his. I told her if I would have been your bf I would love you so much and make you so much happy. So we used to fantasize about relationship if we would have been lovers. She started like me and expressed her desire to meet me. I said we can meet next week if she want. She said sure. And next week I caught bus from my town and went to Chandigarh to meet her. I picked up my car from his home and went to pick her up in the evening. I told her my car number and parked little away from her home.She. I like it and no one will hear you." He crows, shoving his already hard cock into her dry pussy."You bastard! I'm not ready!" Margret screams in agony at his violation. 36, divorced, one daughter, I've never experienced anything like this. I've had fantasies of being forced, but nothing like this depraved reality. There is only pain. Most of my seven previous intimate relationships liked rough sex occasionally, but they always made sure that I was aroused and ready. Even my asshole ex-husband. And damn has her fending me off made me want it; want to fuck her hard, to fuck her pussy or mouth and cum in her short blond hair.The funny thing is that Kelly's kind of a drinker, and she's cheated on me at least twice that I know of. She was really appologetic, and said that she was very drunk when it happened. She got real sad and regretful-like when she told me, and I hate to see her sad. And she is a smokin' hot fine sexy little thing. So I forgave her, and we stayed together, even though.