CHAPTER TWO
But Mary, who had been with him all the way, her marvelous cunt wrapped so warmly around his plunging prick, no longer had any desire to suck that throbbing monster, to lick away the sticky c*m that, in flooding her v****a, also bathed Curly's meat.
She had been far away as she had come. Many miles, many years away. Now, she slowly returned. But not in any shame that she had been so wildly in love with the real c**k in her. Not in sadness that the c**k she had truly felt, through her mind, was lost in the dim years that lay so far behind.
Instead, as Curly mumbled around above her breasts, now that his d**k was out of her, she still enjoyed the bright visions of those years when she had been a girl of twelve. Thanks to her husband's oversize tool, Mary had pretty much the sa
