She is sobbing and screaming as I grunted and pushed. She is pinned down as she struggles to move away from my punishing monster. She thought her cunt... was on fire and it is torn to shreds but what she feels next is twice as painful and severe. I held her squirming body down and looked at her cunt impaled on my massive cock with the last three inches begging to be sheathed in her delectable tight warm vagina. Then I look at her beautiful face with tears. With no forethought I rammed the last. She got up off the seat. "Here, let me scrub Your back."I sat up, swirling the water around me. My back was piping hot."I better take my robe off," Helen said, "or it'll get wet for sure." The robe dropped and she stood there, naked, as close to me as ever I could remember. Uncontrollably, my hand reached up and lightly touched the top of her thigh. The wet fingers trailed off down and back into the tub.She bent over and started scrubbing my back with a soapy washcloth. Her large breasts swung. So this is what romance is all about, I thought. When I'd been at the convent, I'd always thought that it was about gazing into each others eyes and holding hands. Or perhaps gently kissing after you'd known each other a few weeks. That was what the girlie magazines had told me. You did that for a year or so, they suggested, and then got married and had babies. They never told us that it was about hurrying down a meal - thinking of cock all the time - and then going to lodging house to get. " He reaches out, and grabs her left breast. He squeezes it, and lets go. "There,like that?" "No, Hunny, not like that. You are supposed to gently caress a woman's breast. Slowly, at first. Put your hand on my boob again. now slowly start to squeeze it....move your hand around in circles....yes, just like that.....Now, notice how my nipples are getting very hard? Good, that means you are doing it right. Now, unbutton my top and open up my shirt a little bit. See my nipples sticking out through.