We get to the kitchen, the fridge blocked by 2 friends arguing over something."It looks like we're not going to get some beer any time soon", I say, "...There should be some more in the garage." Silently I thank my drunk buddies for this one.We make it to the garage without problems. It's a mess, with different parts of bikes and cars laying around, boxes and tools. Beside the mess, there isn't a soul inside. She enters and I follow, closing the door behind me. Luckily, the key is in the door, so. Also there is heterosexual intercourse that some would say places this story in the ‘Loving Wife’ category as well as the Non-consent/Reluctance. I struggled with where to place it. Incest/Taboo — Loving Wife — Non-con/Reluc., in the end I submitted it under Non-erotic, because the story has a lot of emotional context that gives life to the characters. I also asked the ‘powers that be’ from Lit. to choose where they want the story instead of allowing the ‘computerized system’ to place it.. She was a noisy old bag when she came, she shouted,’ I’m coming, I’m coming, Oh fuck me I’m coming,’ and collapsed on the floor. Mabel pulled the cock out of the old girl’s bum, and sat back on her heels to watch her twitching and groaning, as her orgasm flooded through her body. From her position directly behind her, and between her legs, Mabel noticed that she didn’t seem to be very juicy around her cunt area. She assumed that when you got old, you simply dried up down there. Finally Mary. But I couldn't. I couldn't move my legs. I couldn't take that final step that would set me free.I closed my eyes and waited for strong winds to do what I could not. To help me plunge towards my end. It never came, those strong winds that I asked for. It never came.Then I heard a commotion behind me. I opened my eyes and turned around, prepared to say the magic words "Don't come closer!"When I saw who it was, I turned back around and looked out towards the open scenery. I was waiting for the.