Kimiko was a bit different than all the others he had bedded prior – Kimiko had breast implants and she was over twenty years older than he. She was...the caregiver for her elderly parents and lived in the palatial suburban home that her parents bought many years before. Her mother was the product of an African-American G.I. and a Japanese geisha in the aftermath of World War II. Her dad was Black so that made her a quarter Japanese. She had worked for several years moving up the corporate. Not satisfied with making my ass feel his erect cock; he would push me on my fours, put his arms around me and nearly hump me from behind, with his five feet and seven inch body firmly pressed against mine.Once or twice, he laid me down on my back, sat on my pussy and started wrestling with me although I suspect his main purpose was to feel my big boobs as he would press them with the back of his hands and elbows.At nights, he would sleep in our bed and pretend to be well-mannered, but I could. Well defined and stern when they are not cracking jokes on each other and smiling and laughing. Both of them looking at me and joking about all this was making me feel so wet. I knew my pussy was getting swollen. I am usually not so forward and bold but tonight for some reason I kept pushing this issue. So how big is it I asked again now very curious and secretly aroused, I guess I figured Matt brought it up so I should be allowed to ask. Matt still laughing looked at me and said something to. I tried to wiggle free."Sarah, stop moving." No. Stop, it hurts." Well, if you stop wiggling it wouldn't hurt as much."I stopped moving. He leaned forward and I clenched up my whole body. "Stop. Please." Listen, it will feel better soon. Just relax."He didn't move and I try to relax. I let myself get used to him stretching me. I slowly relax. He kisses away a tear from my cheek."Are you ready?" he asks.I nod and he kisses me. He starts moving his hips."Please stop, Jake. It hurts." Give it.