I’ve always been an ass guy. I love all shapes and sizes of asses. I like a fat one that jiggles when she walks. I like tight, round melons-halves. ...I like ones that stick out so far you could balance a beer bottle on them. I like ones shaped like an up-side-down heart. I like to watch a woman walk away, seeing her ass covered with a silky material, catching and reflecting the light. Or dressed in white pedal-pushers, stretched so tight you think the seam will rip. Or in a pair of black tights. She raises her head and kisses him back. Her implied consent with that kiss made me smile. He eases into her. He is way bigger than me. He is at least 8" and very thick. I feel grossly inadequate looking at his hard cock. and probably a bit jealous, too. Despite his size he goes in easily due to her wetness. He didn't even stop or pull back slightly. He just easily pushed his cock into her until his balls were right at her pussy. She lets out a long guttural moan. "Fuck! That feels good!" was. I had met the upper-class society lady in a relaxed atmosphere and found her to be a brilliant conversationalist and charming beyond words. The thought that she was one of those female who preferred to bend over for strange men and offer them her most private secrets without much resistance was hard to accept but Moira tearfully admitted to me that her mother was quite the slut in such matters but was the perfect mother in every other regard. I believed that she truly loved her mother and was. I had set up a video camera in the air vent in her bedroom, and its on an angle pointing down towards her mirror ad bed, so if she done anything tonight I would get perfect view of it. It is soon time for Emma to go to bed, she walks into her room wearing a pair of my shorts and a tight fitting tank top, without a bra. I boot up my laptop and open up the screen to show me the view of the camera. There she is, walking to her bed sliding off her tank top revealing her breasts! How I wish I was.