They spent a pleasant enough afternoon together. Warren was friendly, laid back, even moderately witty. They didn't have much in the way of common int...rests, and the conversation soon sputtered and died... but there was that physical attraction. That same evening they had a late dinner in Val's apartment.Warren's ass didn't feel all that much different inside than Marsha's. Same tight fit, same silky-smooth texture. But it was hotter inside there. An inferno. It was the heat of molten lava, the. She was very calm.She couldn’t enjoy anything.She is a very good girl.Did everything for sake of me.Then I made her sit on the sofa & I lie on her lap.She tried to put her saree back.But I didn’t allow.I said let it be.Please please please.Then we discussing our common things.Then I started to discuss my memories with my gf & started to get tears.She tried to console me & massaging my hair.Then I said to her my gf used to consider me as her child & used to feed me.I want you to feed me.Please. 'Get to your feet, you weak man', she tormented him about his inadequacy to Fuck a real woman', and when John did eventually get up, she honed-in on his Penis.Standing in front of him, with inches between them, she held him in her hand, 'You like that, dont you'? Hubby thought at this point she would relieve him as she pulled on him gently, talking softly and gently tugging him, hubby could see John was responding and she knew it as a wicked smile broke across her face.'Pain first John, then. My body jacked off the mattress at the pleasure shot throughme. I whimpered, empty, needing him to fill me, and he responded, pushing firstone finger and then two inside me, and then pulled them out, fucking me withhis fingers. I moved my hips urgently, encouraging him, needing him to go deeper.He pulled his fingers out, and I cried out, urgently needing him. My eyes opened,and I looked blearily into his. "Who are you?" he asked. I shook my head, notunderstanding his question. "Who do you.