His blue eyes held mine, I tried to make myself turn away but I found it impossible. My hips began to meet his thrusts, elevating our pleasure, and I ...couldn't control the tiny moans leaving my throat. My nipples dragged across the rough cotton of shirt, causing them to harden almost painfully, and I almost began to take his shirt off. But I decided against it, not wanting this final coupling to be any more intimate than it already was. He started to twist his hips and thrust into me the way he. She was around 40 years old that time and her stats are 34-30-34 , which i came to know later . She used to come at evening . As it was winter and it get dark early so she used to stay back at our house sometimes . Her children were around 19-20 years , so not much of a prob to stay .It was Vacation and I had a habit of reading ISS stories before going to bed or watch porn . One day after I watched BBW porn (I just love BBW’s) and then I couldn’t control myself and went to bathroom to jerk off.. He was gorgeous. Tall, slim, but with a body rippling beneath his smartly casual shirt, and with a skin deep coffee coloured giving him the air of a well-to-do, confident businessman. ‘Mattie, may I introduce you to Patrick.’ ‘He’s an English writer, doing a book on our scientific education establishments.’ ‘Pleased to meet you, Mattie.’ The voice was soft, deep, and welcoming. Mattie responded warmly, as the conversation flowed freely. His questions about her life at university slowly changed. You can dispose of your pot through the sluice in the room beside the stairs. Then get dressed. Don’t take too long. It only upsets them.”I hadn’t used the chamber pot during the night. I’d not felt the need until he mentioned it, at which point I became desperate to pee. As he left the room, leaving the door open, I lifted up my night gown and squatted over the pot, peeing as best I could with the encumbrance of the steel cage locked around my cock.I took the warm pot out into the corridor,.