I moan even louder, and beg " Fuck me, Oh I want you to fuck me so bad".He slides in deeper, and I push back even more, as he pulls back and slides in...even farther. Feeling like I cant take no more, he still slides in even farther, making me relish in how lucky I am. Groaning out loud, he stops, and I feel his hot cock burried inside my little hole throbbing. As I arch back, he grabs a fistful of hair, making me nearly cum all over his cock. I feel him tug back on my hair as he begins to fuck. Started sucking it and out wildly. The below portion of my strawberry is most sensitive. She licked it with her tongue. My penis veins were full of blood running.She was enjoying the friction those veins were making. It continued for 15 minutes. Then I took my penis out and headed it towards the other garage where it was supposed to be parked. I started rubbing my penis on her vagina. Then I slowly inserted the upper part. Her vagina was damn tight as she hasn’t had sex from long time; mine was. I tell her about the juggling and the music, and then she talks about her poetry and her painting. I decide to take a gamble on telling her about my writing. The word ‘writing’ is a real hit, she lights up and presses me for details. Well… she asked, so I go for broke. I tell her how well-received my Bondage story has been since I posted it on the internet, and I’m just beginning to tell her about the anal sex scene I just wrote when I get a VERY polite smile and she sees a friend of hers who. It might look like I’m letting Carol off lightly but I couldn’t see the point in crushing her. I wanted to end up with the same woman that I fell for and married. We needed to be us, but smarter and wiser. Somehow I had to find a way for all this to make us stronger.“This is going to be so much fun,” Carol said. “I’m such a fool, we could have done this years ago.”“Don’t look back. love. What's done is done. I feel like I'm walking a tightrope but it's not a rut.”About then both our phones.