Though she seemed as old as my mom, I wanted her very much. I grasped her hips and put her on her knees, she set her elbows on the bed’s edge and my...cock thrusted in her pussy with a jerk. She cried out, I just wanted to tear her fucking hole up. She was moving towards me if I was like impaling her on my dick. She was crying so sweetly and softly, twisted, let me touch and squeeze her nipples, thrashed like fish in the net. I pulled out and came in her ass; she rubbed my sperm over her buttocks. Several of those experiences have formed the basis of stories published to the net on many sites, some of them here. (If you cannot find them, just ask me and I will forward the links.)So to this new experience; I suppose I should allow a brief description to paint the background as it were.Carol, my wife of thirty seven years, is slightly overweight (she says), is still a good looking woman and, in my view, goes in and out in all the right places. The sight of her naked still raises interest. ’ My mother had not only made the bed — Randy never does — but left towels and a new toothbrush on the bed. ‘It’s great. Really. And thanks, Rachel. I really appreciate this.’ I stood on tiptoe and gave him a peck on the cheek. (Good things come in small packages — I keep trying to convince myself of that.) ‘Good night.’ ‘G’night.’ I woke up early on Christmas. It had been years since ‘santa’ left a stocking of goodies at the foot of the bed. I still missed this ploy of my parents’ to get. If you don’t mind the pain, or even enjoy it like I do, being submissive can be very liberating and pleasurable.” She squeezed Stacey’s hand, incredibly hard.“Ouch.”“But anyway what you saw was built up to, over years of being her submissive. It's not like she beat the shit out of me the first time we were alone. I just wanted you to know that, so you weren’t horrified and understood. It’s more of a tit for tat thing. She gets off doing what she does, but it also gets me off too, often in a.