She was one of them. Her name is Ayesha (name changed). She is 34 years old and a single mom. Her husband died in an accident 5 years ago and she has ... small 8-year-old kid she looks after.I have got to tell you Ayesha doesn’t look like a mom at all! She is so damn hot and I just couldn’t believe myself when she approached me. Her features are 36-24-32.Ayesha approached me after reading my story on ISS. She texted me on hangouts. Her first message was just to tell me that she had read my story. And yet, didn't seem at all surprised. Perhaps he did this all the time? Perhaps he sexually assaulted any young woman he would meet?She could care less. I was fucking her now, my long wide, rigid cock thrusting deep into her hungry slit. Right now I was fucking her ' and that was all I wanted. 'Oh yes,' she moaned.I felt it now: The rush of lustful sensations flowing through her body, making her writhe lasciviously. She was so wet now, her pussy made filthy slurping noises each time I entered. “Sit down,” he said, gesturing to his bunk, and use the ointment sparingly. Both nervous and confident at the same time, Tink sat upon the Captains bed and opened the jar. The ointment had a faint flowery smell. Hook crossed the room and returned with his oaken chair. He placed the chair opposite her and sat, placing his boots boldly on the bedrails. Clearly, Hook meant to witness Tink’s application of the soothing pomade to her aching body. Shyly, she dabbed into the jar and brought her hand. My wife doing a lot of sleeping when not working - hardly stepping outside even to get fresh groceries - waiting on me to do it all. Me and Elizabeth are casually talking about old friends including The Redhead - I dodged a bullet there as they had kept in touch for a little while. Then she hits me with it, asking how it is WE never got together. Stunned, perhaps the mild anxiety I've been feeling for the last few years is stirring this up but no... I ask her the next day and she meant the.