I kneel down next to her and notice she is sleeping. The first touch sends shivers down my spine, my fingers touching her upper thighs, the heat of he...r skin against them, amazing. I gently let my fingers glide over her body, she still seems asleep so I let me fingers move gently over her perfect ass and along the thong covering her most private parts. A soft moan escapes her lips, she is not asleep anymore it seems, but she isn't opposed to my soft touch either, which fills me with great. She suddenly became aware of the situation, took her hands off me and we had to part from the hug. She stood there for a few moments, looking at the ground, and then went into her room and locked it. I stood there for a few moments, with a full erection, before returning to my room.That night I couldn’t sleep. I did not even jerk off. I just kept wondering what just happened. Here I was, in a house with a beautiful lady. Her husband has left her alone with me for at least an year, and on the. His words soft, breath in her hair, hand hard. As her bottom begins to glow with the deep heat, he changes pace, mixing firm, strong strokes with a lighter, crisper smacks. At first she angrily tells him to stop, then asks him to, but this man is a master and soon she is begging. Her stance has changed, he is still holding her wrists, but he doesn’t need to. She is presenting herself. Legs slightly apart, ramrod straight, bright, red buttocks raised to welcome each stroke. Gradually he slows. It turned me on even more, and after a second, my throat opened up, and I felt that giant shank of meat slip past my esophagus, right past my gag reflex. Then I was his to do with what he pleased. I was impaled on that thing, and he fucked my mouth like I was an experienced whore. And I loved every erotic, painful minute of it, spit dribbling out form the corners of my mouth, Charlotte spraying her juice all over the floor next to me, so I could smell it every time I breathed in. Then,.