She had been living the life I want to have. He spit a couple times onto his slimy cock and started pushing it into her asshole. I didn’t know she h...d been ass fucked before but it definitely wasn’t her first time, because nobody could take that cock on the first time and not call out for help. He continued easing it into her inch by inch and when it was sufficiently in, slowly began pumping his cock. He then pulled her on her side and lifted her leg open, hoping to get more room for his thick. Her tongue was an agile snake moving around him. Anne drew back and kissed the bulbous purple acorn again before lowering herself, deeper. Stan felt the back of her throat this time, and Anne held him there, still for a moment, before breathing in through her nose and forcing herself down again, further. Stan could see the concentration on her face. He was frankly amazed. Anne had taken him deeper than she’d ever been able to manage before. Stan wasn’t big, but there was barely an inch of his. "Well, how did he do?" she said staring right into my eyes."OK, except he shy's away from the ball." I replied. "That's cause he was hit a couple of years ago," momma said in his defence. "Yeah, that will do it, but he's got to over come that fear. He's good in the field but a bat he needs couching." "Would you help him?" she asked with pleading in her eyes. "Well, I'll try (thinking it get me close to her more)," "Oh thank you Tod!" with a kiss on the cheek."Ma, can I go over to Billy. "At the time, Doug's words had caught me completely by surprise since I'dnever heard anyone talk about self-defense like that. Until then,people had always said I should learn some martial arts in order todefend myself, but the martial arts had never seemed very appealing.Martial arts had always seemed to be about looking strong and showingoff, and people were always talking about learning discipline andtradition. What did any of that have to do with keeping someone frombeating the crap out.