....oh shit? did someone spill something on the couch?" His hand was right in the spot created by my desire only moments earlier. "I spilled a be...er. Ill go get a towel." I replied as I scrambled into the kitchen. Everyone was giving me reassuring looks as I passed. My pussy was still on fire. Hands carressed me as I walked back out to clean up the "spill". Trish was caressing one of the guys dicks for me to see. it was huge and looked delicious. Juuices began to run down my legs again, and. She was facing me and as Roy filled her with his huge cock, tears rolled down her face. My wife came, looking into my eyes. And she came again. Roy stopped and Lisa stopped only to open her mouth in a silent cream, her eyes seemed to want to pop out. Oh my God, I thought, he is putting that monster in her nearly virgin ass. Slowly she accommodated him and then he started to push hard. He didn’t last long thou. After a short amount of time, he came in her ass as she collapsed on the couch,. The sensation of Jill’s anus around my cock was indescribable, both physically and psychology. The fact that I was sodomizing this beautiful mature woman was like winning a trophy, with her unwillingness only sweetening the moment.She cried as I slammed myself against her over and over again, punishing her asshole without mercy, unable to resist me as I turned her body into a sex toy. Her rear end clapped against my lap over and over, the sound music to my ears. But soon after I started, a. The body turns to me and I feel an arm over my chest and a warm body creeps close to me. As a protective wing I put my arm over her and stroking her back repeatedly until she stops talking, so the silence returns in the bedroom.Her arm across my chest feels warm and I follow with a finger the vertical and horizontal scars on her wrists. Fading wounds of an earlier life, an unhappy life. Although these physical scars fade some wounds remain open. Even if she seek professional help, it takes time.