Few minute later she removed her glasses. Her lips were shaking and in few seconds tears drop down her eyes. I felt so bad seeing this. I just couldn�...��t see women or child crying. I thought of comforting her but I was hesitant to do this. But then I couldn’t resist myself and I went to her bench and sat beside her. Without looking at her I said ” please don’t stop crying and let your tears flow down”. She was shocked listening to some stranger. She rudely told me ” mind your business”. I felt. As you press against me for entry Iexhale to accept the intruder. The pressure increases as does the pain andI try to climb up the hood of the car but you have a grip on my hip bonesand pull me down impaling your exquisite piece of manhood deep inside mywarm tight hole. You hold still and ask if I am ok but all I can do is pantlike a dog. It slowly starts to feel less painfull, then ok as you startmoving just a bit, then better as you start the full strokes. Then morebetter, until I'm rocking. It took most of the night to finally convince John of my love for him and my happiness in the marriage. He wanted to know if all women had thoughts like the one in my diary. I didn't know and told him so. It just wasn't something my female friends would consider talking about.He pointed out that men talk about sex a lot, usually lying about their conquest...or their manly performances.I asked him, point blank, do men ever talk about their wives amongst themselves. He said they mostly talk about. ."Yes ... it's marvelous ... it's heaven ... fuck ... fuck ..." she panted in rhythm, chanting a sexual litancy. "In my ass ... in my cunt ... in my ass ... in my cunt ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"She was practically screaming now, faster and faster she chanted to him, demanding her climax, wanting it to come, but wanting it to go on forever, too.In moments she was transported to the fiery brink of a volcanic crater, the smoking, steamy heat of it enveloping her, searing.