Instead, it starts to bob up and down on its own as he listens to Annie. The old guy’s wife, Margaret, says, “OH MY,” and takes a step in his d...irection. Bill lowers his shotgun to grab his wife but she side steps around him and a distracted Shane turns back to the window. He feels something wet and warm envelope his cock and glances down to see Margaret down on her knees and sucking his cock deep into her mouth. Bill swings the shotgun back up at Shane and shouts to his wife, “Damn it,. Nice salad.”“Thanks.” Lynn smiled at me and patted my hand.“Paul, Lynn and I have had a long talk about this, so I am not surprised that you are not on the same page as we are. I knew the first time I saw you and Lynn together that the three of us were going to be together as well. In spite of all of the teasing and poking at you, you never once got rude or said untoward things. You are a genuine nice guy, Paul. In my opinion, it is too bad that you have been shit on by two wives and I can see. I say "wait outside the store, I'll be right out"You never said a word and walked away. You were so conflicted. Should you wait? Should you flee? Your pussy could still feel my touch on it. It wanted to be used. Your pussy wanted attention. So you got outside the store, and stood there, nervous as hell, waiting for me to come out. When I got out I said "I'd love to go somewhere and eat you and fuck you. Where are you parked?" You were shocked, but you pointed to your car, and I said "Put your. The loaf of bread given to me by the nuns on my departure from the hospital had been meant to last the two day journey, but I had given half of it to a beggar girl in the city. I could not account for the other half, but I assumed it had fallen from the pocket of my coat on the long walk to the train. ‘Come, I’ll buy you something in the dining parlor.’ I protested, embarrassed that I appeared so frail to a stranger. He did not press me, and I was grateful when he returned to his seat. I could.