
"Ooooooh God, darling," she groaned helplessly into his open mouth. There was no escape for her now and her affection for the older man only incited her further. She wanted him! Oh, God, at last she wanted a man, this man! Ohhhhhh, how she wanted him! She was fighting a battle with herself that she had desperately desired to lose for years!
And then she heard a short, quick hissing sound and knew it was the unmistakable sound of his pants being unzipped! She could feel that his hand was away from her breast and he was struggling to lower his jeans. She tried to scream in protest, but her voice froze in her tightly constricting throat. Spread-eagled, she could only stare with tear-wet eyes up at the crouching naked body of the man over her. To her pain-flecked eyes, Roger's heavily pulsating penis hovered rigidly, menacingly there, the huge, sperm-swollen testicles hanging soft and sensate at its base.
It was at that moment the vision of her ex-husband, Gregory, loomed back up in Miriam's tortured brain. He was there leering nakedly over her again – not Roger Trenton – and the face she imagined above her was contorted with a contemptuous sneer of lewd hatred. She could feel the thick rubbery head of his cock press down against the nakedly exposed lips of her cunt and she knew it was burgeoning with sexual ecstasy – an ecstasy she was still mortally afraid to accept!
