..fuck your mommy...good boy...good boy..." Candy's tits jiggled and bounced with each thrust, almost hitting her chin. Kevin's cock felt like iron.... It felt like granite. It felt like a diamond rod. She could very well have been getting her pussy destroyed by a piece of industrial equipment. He was a machine. His fucking was rhythmic. It was perfect. She felt like she was being used. She felt like she was a "thing" that he just wanted to cum in. She felt like he could cum in her. No response so he continued to stroke her upper back and shoulders marvelling at the smoothness of her skin. There wasn't a blemish that he could feel.He kept his hand above her waist and resisted moving it anywhere near her breast. He stopped the stroking and gently combed her back with his finger-nails. She sighed and he resumed the soft stroking. She sighed again and her body relaxed a bit. He let his hand drift lower and let his middle finger just penetrate the crack of her bottom before. The funny part was I felt just fine, even the cough went away. I had to buy some new pants to fit my now 205# frame, but the shirts still fit. It took me awhile to get used to eating Broccoli raw but after awhile I preferred it that way. One cup of coffee a day was rough at first, but one day I realized I had gone a week with none, so I just stopped. So I started my Massage Practice back up. Sitting on my fanny, eating veggies and working out was getting boring. I had a nice repeat session with. They sounded blunt, as if calling him out on his foul. I by no means wanted him to feel any more uncomfortable than necessary at the question.His eyebrows arched, and he stared at me, aghast. “I… well… I – yes. Yes I do want to have sex.” He said steadily, still watching me closely. I smiled gently.“Okay.” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him and falling backwards a little bit; leading him above me.His face still carried the expression of mingled shock and confusion. “Wait, what? But – I.