.." As far as making sense goes, that was a far as he got before he got so enraptured in the whirlwind of mind blowing sensations coursing through his... entire being. In a last minute moment of clarity, Mrs. Robinson realized that she had crossed the line; there was no going back now. It even felt funny and ironic that she was now engaged in the very act for which she was intent on punishing her lying cheating bastard of a husband. Whatever residual trepidations she had, however dissolved as she. He gasped in pain as it was shoved deep inside him, throwing out the pain as it rubbed across his prostate. Hot, warm thighs rammed his as the contrast of chilly plastic and warm flesh sent shots of electricity straight to his growing, making it grow harder to the point of juicy pain. He needed a powerful orgasm and he no longer cared if he had to get pegged to do it.Soft hands wrapped around his thigh, pulling it upward so that even more of the huge strap on could enter his ass. With each inch. You must learn your own soul and find itshealing, and then you will be able to help us. I wish to hear your storynow." She settled back in her chair, relaxed, ready to listen.I took a slow drink of my tea, considering whether I should trust her.Alwyn's home, warmly decorated in wood, reminded me of my previoustemporary refuge, but this one had an additional, indefinable welcomingair to it. Maybe it was the tea, maybe it was the smell of bread in theoven. I could feel myself relaxing. The older. Time to get a beer. Downstairs in the kitchen I grab a beer and watch them on the porch through the french doors. They're facing away so all I can see is ponytails and shoulders and butts in chairs. I decide to make a subtle play. I walk outside."Girls, I'm hitting the sack. Have a good night." Goodnight Dad!" Goodnight Mr. Dillard!" Goodnight Sam"And I hop up the stairs to my bedroom and wait. Soon I hear conspiratorial whispering on the deck below. I eavesdrop and hear:"Should I? I've been.