We had been sitting on the couch watching tv for about an hour, kissing and touching and she had been scocking my cock bacock to hard again. I went t... the bedroom and grabbed the super slicock lube and came bacock to the couch. She said no way she was still too sore and I told her she was getting fuckd if I had to tie her down to do it. She looked at me pleadingly and said that it had been a long time since she had been fuckd in the ass and she scared I would hurt her after what she had just. I also know that it is over. For now. I look up and the woman who has been my gentle care giver all this time is there looking down at me with soft green eyes. She says not a word to me and gestures with a finger to my lips not to say anything as she walks me slowly back to my room and bathes me carefully removing all traces of my humiliation at least on the outside. It is still with me on the inside and yet there are other emotions as well. Ones that shock me a little bit. Ones like. There was nothingthey didn't do together. They had always shared a bed, a shower everymorning and a soak in the bathtub every evening. He loved to do thingsfor her and she loved to do things for him. She had taught him how tocook and sew, how to set her hair and do her nails and makeup, and heeven shaved her legs and underarms in the tub every other evening.Donna also shaved off all her genital hair, but that was one job shewasn't yet ready to trust El with.After a bath or shower, they'd dry. A look came across her face that I took to mean: “oh a fatty.” Anything else-like color?” she inquired. “Yes, preferably white. Short sleeved. Button down” I tell her. She now has this quizzical look in her eyes and facial expression. “I assure you-I am straight.” She laughs and says: “Follow me.” The way she walks in her tight black pants as her long curly, flowing hair slightly sways side-to-side-I find my eyes glued to her ass. I ask politely: “I am curious-your nationality?” She replies:.