He did not push but he also not removed his penis from my asshole. I said,Please, don’t and but he gave one more push and I thought that pain is rea...lly impossible.I cried moan loudly. He did not stop, but him gently pushing. Few moments’later pain turned into fun. Though pain was there but it was overcomed by fun. Thenhe started pushing heavily and no wonder I was responding him like a bitch.Then suddenly he took out his penis. I said why? He was seducing me. I beggedhim, please fuck me. I. I decided it was time to get the hell out of the dark witness less clearing, but as I did she started to get very close to me, she took in a deep breath, closing her beautiful brown eyes and after a moment sighed even deeper, pressing up against me, she was just a little shorter than I was and so very very warm. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she began to nuzzle and brush her hair against me like she was the human version of a cat that was due for some much needed attention. Backed up. Of course, the deep red lipstick and dark eyeliner just accentuated the whole effect. If she was trying to get me revved up, she succeeded in grand fashion. I was as hard as a teenager standing there soaking up the sight of her before me. She just oozed sex appeal. "Well, lover, what do you think?" she purred to me. I gulped before replying to her. "It's a damned good thing you're with me, lady. That outfit would tempt the Pope." "It's a major part of my fantasy," she giggled. "I wanted to. Suddenly, she didn't seem so plain. She was wearing a pink cotton matching bra-and-panties set. Her boobs weren't big but they filled her B-cups quite nicely. Why hadn't I noticed? Maybe because she was always dressed like a little old maid. She turned her back to me again and waved and this time I got the message much faster. I unhooked her bra, which went flying in the same direction as her dress. She faced me again, her perky pink nips swelling with freedom. "I know you like Karen," she told.