This is the first time my ass has had a fucking from someone else. Before it had always been me toying with myself but this time, I am not controlling...how fast, how slow, how hard, how soft it is. My asshole is at the mercy of this woman and her wonderful fingers. I say fingers because now there are 2 fucking my hole and I can feel a wave of pre-orgasm wash over me and I instinctively reach down to my cock and as I grab hold of it through my Jeans I feel Emmy's hand on top of mine. "Let him. Abigail was extremely beautiful, 5’4, 34 C, a nice fit body. Abigail was hilarious, we shared stories of our husbands, children, and then what is missing from our lives. Abigail admitted, “Matthew (her husband) stays gone, and it seems that I get horny the most when he’s gone.” I shared the same feelings. I asked Abigail, “So what do you do to relieve the sexual tension that builds while he’s gone?” Abigail shared that she usually uses vibrators, masturbation, and an occasional. " Well, she was very good to me and she's really very attractive. Just as well you didn't stay away longer, you never know what could have happened in my randy state."She giggled: "You wouldn't have got anywhere with her. She would have been horrified if you had made a pass. She's not interested in sex. I've never known her to have a man friend, she's quite sort of virginal, if you know what I mean."Well, well, how little she knew her mother. Virginal! What a joke. I had a vision of my cock. She touched each in turn with a finger. A tear fell from her eye and ran down her cheek. I asked her, “A tear? Why? Don’t regret this Marie.”“Regret? No, no, Michele. Not regret. Overwhelmed. I love you, Michele. No, I am not lesbian. We both know that. But I do, I love you and not like a sister but like a lover. Is that crazy?”“If it is, Marie, then we both are. I love you, too. I said it before; I have never felt this way about a woman. You put the word to it. It is a feeling of love as a.