Jeanette grinned a wicked grin. "Beg me."Annie sobbed. "Please be kind to me and fuck me! Please let me touch your dick and rub it and put it in me!" ...nnie's face displayed the torment as her lust fought and won the battle against everything she had been taught and believed about sex and proper feminine manners. "Please fuck me!" she begged.Jeanette laughed cruelly, then lifted the helpless girl to her feet. Jeanette spun her around and bent her forward, then nestled herself against Annie's. Get-my-rocks-off. Nope. And that sure as hell hasn't happened to me before. Well, except for that time when I was seventeen. I'd spent the weekend at home with a glossy magazine, an overactive imagination, and my right hand, and I think I overdosed. Somewhere around Sunday afternoon, it all stopped working. Bloody thing was all rubbed raw, so I guess it served me right. But it was different this time. I hadn't been on the case for a month or so, at least not with another person, and it. “but Tim is still great for his age” she told me. I really enjoyed a long slow fuck, sliding in and out, on top initially then we relaxed more and it became sort of sideways where we both had the support of the bed. I did have to apply some lube after a while but it was the nicest way to have a conversation with this highly intelligent woman. After about half an hour we were in a steady slow rhythm and we both admitted that we had no inclination to cum so while we still had lots to converse. I say goodbye and she reaches out to hug me in thanks. As she does, she deftly pulls me tight to her. She again looks up at me with a questioning look in her eyes. “ something wrong?” I ask. “ oh no, not at all...umm...uhh… are you carrying a gun? She says, somewhat concerned. “No, of course not- why would you ask? “ though I know why…“ I just thought I felt a gun in your pants when I hugged you. It made me nervous that I let you drive me home. I mean, I don’t know you, it just kind of scared.