The tip of his cock brushed against my pussy and an electric sensation pulsed up my spine. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had.” It ...was a quiet statement, almost too soft to hear and I was about to react to it when he suddenly, and roughly thrust his coke can cock into my pussy. He pushed balls deep right away, forcing it all the way in. I arched my back and shouted “Fucking shit!” Which was an entirely real reaction. I pulled at the bed sheets and bit my lip, cursing. He was. She enjoyed the sound of his groin as it slapped into her and the returning sensation of lust in her loins. She told herself that she was a ‘good girl’, a victim of circumstance, but she also wanted this gorgeous hunk to enjoy fucking her, to feel as if he were getting his monies worth and to make him, hopefully, want to call her again. Her inner conflicts driving her to orgasm. She felt his body tense, his cock swell within her channel, and heard his breathing become heavier. He was close. By the time he finished the tub was nearly full, and he was impressed byits appearance. Due to the tubs color the water looked more like areflecting pool than a typical bathtub. Dave put one foot in and began tolower himself into the tub. Dave began to feel sedated in the warm waters, and felt as serene as hehad ever been. Dave began to wonder if maybe there was something specialabout this bath.In a total state of calmness he just stared at his own blurry reflectionin the water as it rippled. Mock Queen Anne chimneys with completely beautiful flower-cut pots stood at either end of the ridges, which themselves were ornamented with cock’s comb finials. Dark blue morning glory scampered all over a trellis at the portico, wallflowers, London pride and chrysanthemum borders softening the edges with a coppiced archway of fruit trees coaxing and beckoning a visit to the back garden…. Grandma Flo would hug us with jowly arms and kiss our heads and faces and haul our unresisting little.