He threw me on the bed and pulled down his jeans and without taking any of his own clothes off pushed his cock into my pussy.I looked into his eyes. A... dark fire was in them. A passion that bordered on frustration and even desperation. Yes, Ibrahim was desperate for me. My sweet, young pussy that he never believed he could have. The same intense look as yesterday. "You need to be fucked," he said to me. Our eyes were locked as I felt his hard blood engorged cock push into me.I felt the heat of. Sex was still good but she didn’t quite enjoy it as she did, the spark was just a little duller.After a month, he asked her what was wrong , and she explained gently that he was no longer getting the results now, until Ken she had never had another cock to use as a yardstick, she had been faithful, monogamous even and his wife, but now having had the larger more experienced cock he just no longer cut the mustard.Sadly he did his best but after another few weeks they again sat at dinner and she. With long legs and a totally killer ass. I was quite nervous as I had never spent any time with Jeanie alone without the presense of either her hubby or other people. After exchanging hellos and my seemingly awkward comment on the warm sunny day we were on our way. She had mentioned that if I wanted to stay and serve some of the food and refreshments I could make a few dollars. I think she realized my disability payments does’nt make for an overabundance of pocket money, but I’ m not exactly a. “Something like that.”“So are you weak-willed or desperate?”“Neither. If either of those possibilities were true, I think my wife would have given up on me years ago. I am a man with vision and determination and an ability to take the long view and see it through.” He chuckled. “also... I’m amazingly modest.”Candice sat for a moment looking at him across the table, trying to be serious."You think your wife would have given up on you?" I guess there's no way of knowing, because I'm not like.