And then I added “That’s right isn’t it?” I’m like the last person they thought they’d ever want to meet. I smiled. “Welcome to the chur...ch.” She smiled back and nodded her head, and said thank you. She wore this conventional smile too, not showing anything about herself as she stuck out her hand to shake mine. I loved the feel of her hand. It was soft and demure, like her, and everything about her said a lot about who she was. She was just like the rest of them or so I thought she was at least.. I even counted that I'd had 17 cums one weekend. Cindy was a hot white girl and I liked fucking her a lot.Then one day she told me about this thing she liked to do. Apparently before she knew me she'd go down to skid row from time to time to find a drunk bum and fuck him, even if he was passed out. She said that she liked the feeling it gave her to rape these helpless men, knowing that they couldn't stop her from using them made her orgasms more intense.To my amazement as she told me about this. Your massage feels good," she responded.Emboldened, I dripped some more oil onto her lower back and let it run down her captive ass, catching it with my hands before it dripped off. I ran my hands all over her smooth bottom, eliciting some soft moans as she swayed to the soothing motion of my hands. A finger roamed up and down her crack, which seemed to annoy her instantly, for some reason."You're not gonna tease me to death again, are you?" Well, I suppose there may be some of that, yes," I. Get over here and give me a good fucking!” Sometimes she talks like this, but not often. I guess she was trying to keep my excitement up.I got on my knees between her legs and plugged myself in. After a few minutes of fucking, that old familiar feeling started to come back. I felt my dick start to soften. I began to pump into my wife faster and just as she orgasmed, I began to loose my erection completely.As we were catching our breath, she said, “I guess it worked. That was great, honey.” I.