It’s sad really, isn’t it – but in a nice kind of way! This is a few months later. Mature sex Once he began thrusting in and out of me, it didn’t take him long. After I gave him refuge on the night of his Birthday, he eventually wheedled out of me what had happened and that seemed to give him the courage to start confiding in me. He pushed into me – a bit too hard and a bit too far really – and I gasped in pain as his tool crashed my outer and inner sphincters almost simultaneously. “Of course,” I said. His underpant-clad groin was pressed against my thigh and I had an erection again! With the deftness of experience, I quickly disposed of the condom from his now softening tool and as I lay back down, he fell onto me, hugging me and murmuring,
“I’m sorry; I’m so sorry,” as I gently stroked his hair and comforted him.
