..my pussy is dripping now...with one hand I touch the lips again...and my clit is hanging out...all slippey and thick...I explore...slip my finger in...his butt hole...massage his prostrate and the moan gets louder and louder....he pulls me up....his member pops out of my mouth like a lolly...and all he says is..."my turn"...I am pushed up against the cold pane of the window...my breasts flattened...and I can feel him working his way into the back entrance...Slowly does it...the pain at. Her tits bounced with each powerful thrust. I could feel her pussy contracting with each orgasm she experienced. She placed the blanket back over her face and I could hear her muffled moans barely audible. I couldn’t go fast because of the noise but I took full strokes from tip to base inside her. I looked down and I could see her shaved pussy lips clinging to my rod and it sent me over the top. I buried myself balls deep into her and grunted. My dick was like a geyser unloading inside her. I. Gwen started to tell me about her and her family. She had been widowed for more than 10 years. Gwen’s 3 daughters, Michele at 24, and Kim and Keri, who were twins at 16 ½, lived with her. She again apologized for researching to find me. I told her I was very happy she did. As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, I couldn’t help but apply shower gel to her big tits. She continued. “Oh Mike, can we do this every day? My girls grew up without a man around, and I want you to be that man, Mike.” . You saw the evidence by a reputable company–”“Who got it wrong.”“Nonsense. There’s no way you’re going to ruin her life with spurious information. Get it through your head, she’s gone. If you must know she’s engaged to be married to a very nice man in her legal practice. So I’m telling you to do her and yourself a favour and back off.”Click. Dial tone.It took a moment for the full import to punch me in the gut. Helen was getting married – to someone else. My second thought was she didn’t hang.