“Almost ready to go again I see.” “Been that way since before you came back in,” I told her. “I usually only need long enough to catch my br...ath before I'm ready to go again. Do me a favor? Slide up towards the head of the bed a bit and lay back.” Mary Ann did so and I climbed back on the bed. I crawled up between her legs and leaned down to kiss her. After a few minutes kissing I started to work my way down slowly, kissing her body as I did. I was now between her thighs, looking right at her. The Queen may have been a prude in her latter years but it certainly made for a wealth of pent up art around her. This cherrywood phallus couldn't have been more perfect for impaling a 5 foot 10 inch strawberry blonde. You whimper that it cant fit and with that protestation you are muted by a mouthful of previously expensive panties as I direct you to rock your hole, just slightly penetrated by your new ornate lover while I guide your pace and movement with my free hand, wrapped firmly around. This feels amazing. You feel amazing. I pull back urgently. I'm going to cum on your ass. Fuck. Almost out, I collide with your legs again, and they push back against me. You are so tight. Both of us are quivering, shaking, partway over the edge.One more attempt, but your legs are crossed, holding me down, pressing me further into you. I tell you that I'm cumming, but you still don't let me go. I know what you want, but I want you to say it. Tell me to cum in your ass. Do it fast though, since. Last year, my wife Stella and I went on holiday to Jamaica. Stella's 39, blonde and has a well-kept figure of 36-29-38. I'm 42 by the way. After a few days Stella shocked me by saying she'd really like to be shagged by a well-hung local. When I'd recovered, she explained that she wanted me to watch her just to make sure nothing went wrong.Now, for the last 20 years it's been a secret wish of mine to see her fuck with someone else but it had remained a fantasy. With the help of a waiter at the.