With the 7,000 clothespins up on the lines the wind was howling. Now I just needed to put 10 clothespins on my penis and wait and wait and wait and wa...it and wait and wait and WAIT! After waiting for 7 hours I was about take down all the clothespins when I heard a voice say how did you get those 10 clothespins on your dick. As I turned my head to reply I could not believe my eyes it was Clothespin Girl Superhero. Her body covered in clothespins my 4 3/4" dick went erect in a split second with 2. "Where do you think you're going, mister?" Marcy Driscol stood in the doorway, blocking his path to the Mercedes. In the glow of the emergency lights, he could see the determined look on her face and the single barreled shotgun, which was aimed squarely at his chest."Hello, Marcy. So good of you to make it." Mitch reached for the holstered 1911."Don't even think about it," she warned."We both know that peashooter ain't loaded. But before you die." He paused. "Again. I am curious, how in God's. I gave her my number. In the night I received a message from an unknown number. I responded and it was her. She said its asha. We started talking and in 2-3 days, we were very close enough to talk about the shape and size of our body. I told her that I always liked her body. Its of perfect shape and size. I told I wish you were my wife so that I can enjoy day & night with you. The response I got astonished me. She said, to enjoy me day & night, I need not be your wife. You can do it now. She was a beautiful woman come to ravish a horny hermit in his cave. That she would require additional clothing was obvious to any but a dullard such as me. These thoughts vanished as I moved downward to kiss and suckle at each of her adorable breasts. As my sucking grew stronger Mrs. Bentley started breathing faster and began playing with my hair. While she did so I squeezed the breast not in my mouth. ‘Ooooh,’ she moaned, softly biting her bottom lip. The fact that she loved what I was doing.