Irfaan still couldn't believe that he was in some park with a Muslim woman whose name he hadn't even asked, and she was about to let him fuck her. The... whole idea excited him so much so that he kept needing to take deep breaths to calm his throbbing erection. She was beautiful, and innocent and oh so vulnerable. Irfaan wanted to fuck her hard, but something told him to be a bit more gentle with her. Even if she was a complete stranger, he somehow wanted to respect her in every way possible. He. ..," he started. "Pull your knees to your chest." Igrabbed my legs under my knees and pulled them to my chest, completelyexposing my ass to his view. "Well, well. Is that pretty jewel for me?" Yes," I said, feeling my face flush."So I take it you discussed my proposal with your mistress?" Yes, sir." And what did she say?" She said it was high time I had my ass-pussy fucked by a real man." Who is this mistress?" he asked. "Do you meet her in person?" No, she is my online mistress. Her name. "Can we have the blanket as well?"With my free arm I grabbed the blanket which was next to me and with her help we spread it over our legs and bodies. Within a couple of minutes we were comfortably and snugly ensconced in the corner of the room."Are you comfortable enough Donna?" I felt her nod against my chest where her head had come to rest and mutter agreement, I could feel this vibrate across my chest which did nothing to lessen my enjoyment of this situation. I wondered briefly where this. Or a woman!Oh yes! ... she’d had women make a play for her too!Lesbianism was all in fashion; but still just as messy; that’s for sure.Men she came into contact with socially, at the country-club or at concerts, occasionally indicated they were up for a fling with her; seeming to sense she was in a sexless marriage?It was true; she and George no longer shared a bed; or had sex.The medication he takes since having his heart bypass gradually drained him of any sexual appetite. So George got.