1. the teacher [3]


    Date: 6/22/2016, Categories: Anal, Mature, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    cruelly and one had even believed he loved her, though Jack quickly sent him packing, I alone had been allowed to watch her being abused by the dog and even then there had been a huge pain element. It was all just their own strange way of expressing their love for one another, who are we to judge, we all and I mean ALL have a sexual foible of one kind or another, and if you don’t believe that, just remember you are proving what I say is right by simply reading this story. Anyway, this night I was here and not going to be missed at home, I could stay and enjoy her, comfort her and cosset her, show her that there was an alternative to pain. I began to stroke her arm, gently feeling her contours through the thin blouse, she said would I stay with her this night of all nights, I quickly agreed to do so, and explained I would be gentle with her as I didn’t want to give her pain and remind her of her late husband as it seemed that was his domain, not mine or hers just his. She fondled the dogs head, got up from the sofa, and said she appreciated the gesture and but that she was mine whatever I wanted she would do for me tonight, just to lay Jacks ghost. She removed the dog to the garden for a short while, before bedding him down in his basket in the kitchen. A coffee apiece and some biscuits’ on a tray appeared at the fireside, served by Marion, still fully dressed for the funeral, white blouse, black pencil skirt, seamed nylons black high heels, jewellery. We drank the coffee, ...
    ate the biscuits, silently waiting for the perfect moment or perhaps putting it off! Regardless of what we had said we knew we would soon have full sex simple unfettered sex. Like a pair of schoolc***dren we began clumsily to remove one another`s clothing, slowly at first then quickening pace as we became desperate for one another, her skirt dropped like a black autumn leaf, her slip followed white frothy silky dropping across its darker partner like snow on a coal pile she stood her tiny knickers peeping from under the white blouse tail. The blouse soon joined the slip, her matching maroon undies lacy against her pale skin. By now my old todger was stiff as a guardsman on parade, I soon lost my suit and shirt to her nimble fingers, and it was my turn again. With eager fingers now, I released her lovely breasts from their lacy holders, to reveal her erect nipples both with nipple clamps, tight gripping her tighter than I had ever seen clamps worn before. I slithered her panties from her shapely hips, to find a pair of clamps on her lips, I looked askance of her and she replied that she had worn them for Jack as a last gesture. Tears coursed down her face as I released the clamps for her, they had been in place for some hours, far longer than was normal even for an old campaigner like her so not all the tears were emotion, as the returning bl**d must have been agony. We clung to one another till the pain passed and she began at last to remove my vest and pants. Naked now bar her ...
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