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I guess the look of fear and disgust on my face had caused him to wait over 8 years before asking again. That night I was deliriously happy, more than a little tipsy, and madly in love. I could not deny Ron, my ass. He was so gentle, incredibly tender. He let me get used to his thick cock filling my tiny asshole. He was so grateful after that first fuck, I just could not deny him a second one the next night.
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Anal lil bow wow rape sex definitely added spice and new energy to our sex life. Ron slowly trained me to need him that way. He always made sure that I came at least twice anally. Sometimes he would lick my anus, plunging his tounge in and out, deeper and deeper, while rubbing and masssaging my butt cheeks for what seemed like hours. Often he made me cum by playing with my clit while he rammed my ass. Anal sex became the predominant way we had sex. Oh he'd fuck my pussy sometimes. I mean sometimes I'd get an itch there and only a nice thick dick could scratch it. But I always knew after that first time,on my 10th wedding anniversary that my husband was never completely satisfied till he spread my cheeks open and slipped into the bottom of my tender, juicy little ass. That night was special to me, and after my husband's death, I'd revisit it. I'd smile at my dream lover and wait for that unique sensation of him slowly filling my ass with his cock.
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I had obviously been having that dream again the morning John came into my room. My legs were slick with my own juices. and the front of my Pajamas were noticeably damp. I had been sweating profusely and smelled like an odd mix of sweat,sex, soap and body lotion. I slowly opened my eyes and could see that John had prepared a lovely breakfast for us. By the time I was fully concious he had set up two trays and before I could protest slid into bed next to me. We had done it 100 times before but not once since the rape. I missed it a little.
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I sat up in bed, smiled at him and thanked him for the meal. The maternal feelings did not last long. It seems that while I slept I had gotten hot and somehow unbuttoned 4 buttons on my Pajams top. When I sat up my 36 D breasts spilled out into the open. As I was still aroused from my dream my long pink nipples were prominently displayed to my son. I realized what had happened after he was staring at me for a couple of seconds and quickly tried to cover up.
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