As she modestly complied I asked “What’s your husband’s name?”“Kitsumo,” she answered, now down to her panties and bra. After 4 weeks of...church I was finally down in her pants…and her hairy wet pussy was nice and tight as I slid in slowly but firmly. After a few minutes of alternating speeds, I built up to a full thrust, ramming my cock as deep as it could go while tightly clenching her ass with my hands for added leverage. She moaned like a whore as I whispered “You’re dirty. You’re a. He always got a little hard when he thought about 'that game' they played. Sally dressed the part in a short skirt, white tight blouse that struggled to contain her large breasts and she either wore her blonde hair in a long pony tail or sometimes in twin pony tails branching out from the side of her head. That's the one he liked most. It made her look more like a young student with the twin tails framing her pretty face and full lips painted a bright red with her creamy lipstick.The buzzer on. It was Phoenix. At least it felt like Phoenix. The air around me still smacked of Arizona. I got slowly to my feet and took a look at myself, pants ripped and bloody, my shirt no better off and only wearing one shoe. I felt the blood crusted all down my face and neck and my hair was stiff with it. Yeah, I’m a sexy bitch, alright. I found my shoe laying a few feet away and slipped it back on my foot and stared at the horizon, pondering. Maybe it wasn’t worth it. Maybe these gifts were really a. “How’s that little Vietnamese place up the street?” “Umm, good. I’ve only been there a couple of times. Would you like to try it?” “Certainly.” I gave her a scarf and a warm overcoat to wear and with an arm around each other, we braved the cold, windswept street. I guess our trip to the restaurant qualified as a first date, although we said little; taking the time instead to enjoy a steaming bowl of pho and spicy cold rolls. Small talk aside, Tamsin.