Back then you never understood, words were more powerful than holding your brother's cock, to spell your name in the snow. 'Bare naked', there, just s...ying it gives me goose bumps, as it did at the bottom of the garden where we played at being grown ups, lifting your skirt and pulling out the elastic of your knickers so the boys could look down and see you were different.I must have done it a thousand times, now I know why I have type 2 diabetes.So when was my first real sexual experience? If I. Staring at that ass, then moving to a beautiful face that I want to bust all over makes it harder for me to breath slow and not cum. Cum, cum, cum; this is all I hear in my head. I hear a woman's voice begging me to cum for her, cum in her, and my imagination is galloping through woods never seen like a horse in the wild. The pumps of my cock get faster as my dick stays so hard. So hard for the face, the body, the lips I want to blast my nut all over. The point comes when I say that it is time. Admittedly she had had a rough time sinceher mother, my wife, died. But, that was more than a year ago. This wasnot the sort of behavior I would have ever expected of her. This was notthe girl who had just stormed out of my house. My evening started normally. I came home from my job as an attorney withthe local prosecutor's office and slumped tiredly into my easy chair inthe living room flipping on the TV in the process. I loosened my tie andlet my mind relax after a particularly rough day.. I hate you!"I laughed hugely before aiming my eyes back to the place between our bodies - where my hard pole move in and out of her sexy wet hole. Her inner labia appearing to cling to my hard cock possessively at each withdrawal.Her grunting was getting louder and I knew what that meant!"Tell me you love my cock?" I stopped my movements - knowing the threats I had to use to get her to agree to say any such thing. She would never willingly say any bawdy comment - no matter how intimate we are.