.“You need my fist up your hungry cunt to make you come…?”I asked her and she nodded a yes. Then she pulled her mouth off my dick. She sat on th... chair again and spread her legs wide. Her cunt was dripping wet and I needed no lube as I slid my fingers up her stretched cunt in one swift movement. She groaned loudly as her cunt was stretched more and more by my fingers.But it did not get Sheila satisfied at all. She wanted my fist deep inside of her wet dripping cunt…She whimpered as I twisted my. " Mrs. Harrison spoke as if to the air itself and a moment later a young Indian man appeared.He was quite striking with his strong face and dark eyes. He was nicely dressed as well, in a fine mustard colored suit with a white linen turban on his head. It went well with his rich toffee colored skin."Raj, this is Ming. Mr. Harrison's new toy. Please show it to the bedroom. Instruct it and be sure to clean it thoroughly, doubtless my husband will want to play with it right away." Yes, Mrs.. I returned home that next day, and so, it began. We would spend many afternoons in bed while Tim was at school and even an occasional night when I would slip into her bed after Tim was sound asleep. It was wonderful to spend the night together. But I was always careful that I was out the door before Tim got up.Twenty years this continued. Well, the last six months of her life when cancer overtook Cyn, it was just holding her and comforting her.Abbie has tears in her eyes, which she brushes. My body was flushed, blood rushing and adrenaline spiked. I tried to maneuver my hips to get him back inside where he belonged but he held me away stubbornly. Not looking was difficult so I stared in rapture at his cock. Popping blue veins twisted across the dark surface, arousing. My pussy clenched, my stomach too. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly, keening built in my throat.He was taking far too long, allowing too many thoughts to race in my head. I just wanted to feel! I just wanted to.