“Uh-huh,” my busty bedmaid nodded. “He’s sexy for an older man. Look at that body. He’s still fit.”“And she’s a mature beauty,” Sven... groaned from my other side, envy in his voice. He did want that woman bad.Well, it was good for a woman to turn him down.Otmar draped his wife over the altar. They kept kissing, their hands moving, but it lacked ... a certain eroticism. They were performing. Acting. They’d made love on the altar for so many weddings. For decades. It was perfunctory to them. Just. He came round one day with his portfolio of photos and sketches to show us a large number of them featured Anne taken and sketched at the club all of her in the nude, though there were a couple of others that had been taken of her clothed, but we couldn't remember when he would have been when she was wearing them. I had to admit though he was very talented and when he asked if he could do a painting of Anne we both agreed if we had the option to buy it. So for the next six weeks Anne would sit. You go limp and I slide off you and sit back, rubbing the now damp spot that’s leaked from my cock. You smile and say with a big grin, “That’s the best blow job I’ve ever had. Now I cant wait to take your ass”. I’m gonna fuck you good”. “But don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Let you get used to it”.“Now lets get you out of your panties”. You grasp my hands to help me stand. Then you hook your fingers in the waist band pull them down. I have to pull them away to get my hard on out of the way. You. She gasped and yelped when he bumped into her hymen. It would resist his entry for only a short time more. He could feel her tense beneath him. Without pushing through her hymen, Rick kept pressure on that protective membrane. He could feel Naina’s virgin pussy trying to adjust to his cock. When she seemed to relax a little, Rick pushed through and into her depths. Naina cried out with the pain of Rick’s entry. Her hymen had given way, and a single tear from each eye rolled down her cheeks..