It hits me like a superheated wave. Lucy has to cover my mouth to keep my scream from reaching the ears of the guards down the hall. I shudder and vib...rate, my breaths coming in tiny bursts. Her hand smells like sweat and perfume.I roll to the side and recover. Lucy gently strokes herself, watching me, maybe proud that she was the one to break my orgasm fast.My breathing slows. Then I feel Lucy's cock against my ass cheek. Time to give her the prize.“What can I do for you, lover?”“I want what. Why would a gorgeous, confident, graceful and charming woman like you ever want to marry a crotchety old geezer like me?" You're no geezer," she laughed. "Minimum age for that is fifty, and that's only in rare circumstances. You're not even forty yet." Good point." And I already told you why I married you," she joked. "For your money, of course." Yes, there is that," he admitted. "So is that the only reason? I mean, I was kind of hoping that ... well..." I really like you, Greg, if that's what. She ran back inside to grab her black bag that I still didn’t know what was in it and we took off. I was taking the out of town roads since I was still a little high, we were about half way to her house when her phone rang. “Hello. Hi mom, Yeah on my way home now.” She said into the phone “Be there in a few, OK Love you too.” “Guess I should hurry up and get you home.” “Fuck that! Why don’t you find some place to park so we can talk.” I knew the perfect place and headed there. As I pulled up. As the word 'burn' remains in my thoughts, I lightly chuckle through the corset my longing for your closeness keeps wrapping more tightly around my chest. It comes with the cherished memory of how we took each other's anal cherry.The awkwardness and discomfort of the taken privacy when you gave me instructions through the locked toilet door because I was too clumsy and giddy to use the enema properly—and too embarrassed. I giggle at the thought of this episode you kept mentioning whenever I was.