My head injury wasn't healing quickly because I kept hitting it on things, so that's what I told him. "I had two times when I hit my head and it bled.... The last time was when I tripped and fell, and hit it on a wooden sidewalk." No need to tell him everything.He considered my answer and then said, "Don't do that anymore. Even though your wound is closed, it is still too soft for you to be hitting your head. It will continue to reopen and bleed, and we might have to re-stitch the whole thing if. "With that, she impaled her petite frame on my dick. She let out a moan of slight pain mixed with pure pleasure. Her pussy was so tight, it gripped my cock and didn't want to let go.I grabbed hold of her waist and started to move her up and down, and she moaned louder. I let her go, allowing her to pick her own pace, and she started riding my cock."Fuck," she moaned, "you're even bigger than I ever imagined."I just grinned and said, "you might want to hold on to something."I grabbed her waist. Mrs. Jackson didn’t respond to the updates as she knew almost nobody knew who she was anyways. She looked around the room again and doubted herself. She felt she was sexy but it would be next to impossible to compete with well known actresses and sports stars. Katie sighed and knew she probably didn’t have a chance but nonetheless wanted to do well for her career and her family. The sexy wife wanted nothing more than to use this as a springboard for other possibilities in the entertainment. Pant me uske gaand bhar ke aur kafi nekali hui the jab wo chalti thi tab pant me uske gaand jabarjast tarrka se hil rahi the shirt me cuachi bahar ke aur aarahi the aap soch sakta ho ke 46 saal ke moti lady pant shirt me kaise lag rahi hoge pant gand par puri trah tight thi.Main me bas usko ab har waqt chodana ke man karna laga saam ko jab office khatm hua.Tab kamla mera cabin me aayi maina kaha hogaya aaj ka kaam wo boli ha sir aur muskurana lagi mai usko apni aur keech liya aur deep lip kiss.