"She began moving with me in time to my thrusting. "I need you to fuck me every morning, Johnny." I promise." And every afternoon." Yup." And every ni...ght too." Definitely." I'm giving myself to you darling," she hissed, her breathing was getting ragged now, "You can do anything you want with me, to me, anything darling." I just want to love you, mum." I'll always love you, darling," she gasped. "God Johnny you're making me cum."Her face contorted and she gripped the flesh on my hips."Johnny, oh. After a while we were talking as if we are old long lost friends, the coach attendant came top take the order for dinner and after doing all the talks I got a call and I got busy with it, she also asked me to look after her belongings as she’s going to washroom. After around 10 min she came back and she changed her clothes and she was wearing a loose payjama and a loose t shirt but I can visualise that she was not wearing a bra now. The dinner arrived and due to ac’s effect I can see her. Anyway after a good half hour she mentioned that she was thinking of having a loft conversion done similar to ours and could she look at how much space ours had created. I observed her, she was in my eyes fucking ugly, short, very over weight probably about 17 stone, tattoo’s all over her, big tits and to what Donna had already told me she had piercings, no wonder she hasn’t a sex life.Another cup of coffee and she asked again if she could see our loft, I agreed I had no reason not to. I went. ”“I see,” he croaked. He’d been right.“Save that for last Paul.”God, he was wonderful, Marsha thought. Clumsy andhopelessly inexperienced. But he tried and he waspatient and learned fast. She encouraged him, guidedhim. Her cries and moans of delight were genuine andPaul responded just the way she’d hoped he would. It took a while and there was no quick orgasm for her.But he learned, and his tongue and lips were soondoing exactly what she wanted. Her pussy got itskissing and licking. His hands.