It's a man's world and despite the efforts of the woman's lib crowd, it still is. I became cautious of any entanglement. Oh, I did have some relations...hips, but my relationships worked themselves out over a period of months rather than hours.When I married, it was to a guy in my backing group. I married for life; he married for security, believing that there would always be a place for him in whatever backing group I used. The problem with him was that he still thought of himself as freelance.. He laid on bed next to me and started to talk about himself, his job. I was listening him, but also my eyes were checking bulge on his pants.Few seconds later he told me that he knows story about my vacation and slowly started to descend my tank top shirt revealing my left boob.“I noticed that you are looking at my pants and probably asking your self is it really big like they say. Believe me Sandra, it is big and ready for you, but first wanna feel your big tits which I saw on photos”. After. I wasn’t exactly close to cumming, but there was an excruciating mix of pleasure and discomfort. “Uhn. Uhn. Uhn! UHN! UNH! UHHHNNN!!” Suddenly she pressed down hard in an attempt to get it further in. The attempt failed. She whined loudly and then grunted in frustration each time she pounded down, “Fuuuuuck!! Go! In! Go! In!” She hammered herself down. I could feel her pussy stretching in response. She kept at it. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!!” With an audible squishing sound her. She gasped as I pinched them, but started to moan a little when I licked them.Distracting her with that I crept down her body and started to pull down her thong. She gasped and looked down and I looked up at her and I could see the lust in her eyes and I came back up with my hand and started fingering her pussy. She moaned louder and stopped resisting all together and just lay there as I started fingering her more vigorously. She moaned as I flicked her nipple with my tongue and ground my dick.