She didn't seem to care and pushed her hand in and held my hardleaking dick feeling its searing hardness. Her need was urgent as we weremeeting after ...long two years. When ever possible, we would phone fuck.Both were desperate for deep hot fuck.Her sister's daughter was getting married and the cacophony of loud musicshielded her loving wild obscenities."You mother fucker, why didn't you come early. I have been fingering since Iarrived her to fuck you. I don't like fucking phone sex, you. . it fucked him up... and he took it out on me... and Ididn't care because I felt like I deserved all this... I deserved to beturned into a woman, dressed up like a slut, pimped out like a whore...because I was a whore... that's what Ritchie told me over and overwhile he fucked me in the ass. I had curly blond hair and red lips andI was wearing a black bra and black satin panties pulled down around mythighs and black high heels. I probably weighed 140 pounds but my buttlooked big in the mirror. “Wow! Fred! She is stunning. I see why you picked her up.” “He didn't pick me up. I picked him up. I couldn't afford a hotel room so I put on my fuck-me outfit and walked into the bar at the conference hotel. I looked for the best and least inhibited reaction, and it came from Fred. I went up to him and he offered me a drink. Even then I had to hint that we should have a second drink in his room before he realised what I really wanted.” “I didn't think that you would want to fuck with someone. This time I got some lube and the dildo and went into the bathroom where the shower seat was perfect for this sort of thing. After lubing my finger and making it slip up inside me all the way, I sat, knees spread, balanced on the soles of my feet, reaching up inside of myself, first with one finger, then a second, and then, finally, a third, stretching my anus open as far as I could to make it ready for the dildo which sat on its suction cup next to me. As I probed, shadows of the deep feeling.