I would guess he was 5’6”, fair complexion, very slightly overweight and had a moustache (I’ve never been that keen on moustaches). Whereas I w...as 6’1”, and in those days, very fit. I was self-employed doing physical work, everything from concreting to putting a new roof on a house and minor alterations. But whenever Wayne came over, I gave him the time off day and was happy to take him on at a game of squash every now and again. Probably because I always won!After I had known Wayne for. "We shouldn't even be touching but we have to promise each other that we won't have intercourse." Okay," I said as if in a trance.Grammy pulled me down onto the bed so we were lying next to each other. She continued to lightly stroke my cock as I played with both her breasts. When my hand had first touched her breast I had expected to find it flabby or mushy but not full and firm as it was. Her breasts did sag, of course, their fullness felt really good. That's all we did for about five minutes. No one was within reach to set her free from the tyrant of a man she had wed."Listen to me carefully, you broke bitch," he roared at her, dragging her face near his so she could stare back at him willy-nilly. "Take off your clothes at once. I am starved of sex. I need it seriously."Mila threw out saliva into his face. She had infuriated him with that. Like lightning, his mood swiftly changed. He thrust her away and then tossed a solid blow into her face. The punch had her stagger backwards up. He pushed until he had that shit buried balls deep up in me and I was panting like I couldn’t breathe. He twisted it around a little bit to make some room up in there cause I knew I was full and squeezing on him hard. He fucked me real good. Lifted me up so I could ride him. At one point I thought that I was a giant pussy put on this earth to go all the way up and down on him as fast as I could. He just cheered me on by telling me to fuck my pussy and bust that shit wide open. I did my best to.