Something was the matter with this woman, and a remote part of me wanted to help, the other part said stick to business.My new friend and I talked for... almost a full hour, I beginning the perfect listener, while I comfortably let her do most of the talking. I could see that my powers of seduction had not been wasted with this lonely woman. Her breathing was long and heavy, her nipples obviously pointing in this warm environment, her hand almost constantly holding mine. But it was her eyes that. She deserved everything she was getting and more for what she'd done to me.I could sympathize with her family because they were from an extremely religious background and what she'd done embarrassed her parents among their close knit church group. They were pretty much considered a failure as parents for raising "the whore."On the other hand, call me weak or spineless, but I felt sorry for her. She'd gone from a vibrant and beautiful woman to this lifeless lump of shit in a very short time.. Slowly I pushed forward, and little by little I was granted passage into her canal. She looked to be in a bit of pain, so I backed out and started my stroke again. I kept a very slow rhythm, and eventually I was all of the way inside this no longer virgin vagina. Now that I was all the way in, Carrie seemed to be a lot more comfortable. We kept it slow, but she was able to twist her pelvis and bury me deep inside of her. Quickly she got the technique down and was taking it like her old granny. Everyone calls me Heck so that's okay but when my parents are pissed at me they always call me Hector.When I was a k** it made me stand up for myself, kind of like the guy in that Johnny Cash song, A Boy Named Sue. I took judo and karate for my own protection but developed a predisposition to straighten people out which eventually led me into wanting to be a prison guard.A few months ago I enrolled in a training program to help me get a job in a prison. So, in a sense, my mother and father are.