So she resorted to spitefully sitting on my back to make it more difficult for me. And making me laugh. And tickling me if all else failed. ‘Come on...,’ she said, laying on her stomach opposite me in my room, chin resting on clasped hands. ‘Ten more.’ I glared at her, letting out a low growl as I tried to meet her demand. She giggled and her hands pattered the floor. ‘So sexy.’ ‘Yeah?’ I growled again. She was enjoying every single grunt of exertion that escaped my throat. ‘You’re so fucking. I really admired that. ‘I’m sure it will be. You guys always seem to put your hearts into it,’ I tell him. ‘Thank you. That really means a lot hearing that, we do,’ he replied. I caught him looking me over. I started to regret my outfit choice. I had on black knee high boots, a tight black sweater dress that was a few inches higher up my thigh and showed a little more of my chest then I was comfortable with. When I packed it I figured hell it was Vegas, I’m sure I’ll be more dressed than most.. To which he said “Tell me what you want me to do with this big black cock. If you want me to then you have to say it." He demanded, to which I simply wailed “Fuck me please… oh fuck me please, I want that big cock inside me. I need to feel that big dick.” At once, he slid all the way inside me. I screamed a scream of joy. With every push my moans were louder and more intense and within minutes I was cumming once again. He continued to fuck me harder and faster, and I wished that my legs were. "After the drinks Alfred set up everything to take Wilbur back to a youthful 50. No problem whatsoever. Once the procedure was completed and after he overcame his repeated embarrassment, Wilbur looked exactly what a prematurely aged 50-year old could be expected to look like. His hair was thick, pure silver, his eyebrows bushy, eyes sparkling, body reasonably fit looking as he walked jauntily into the cave, re-emerging wearing one of the ridiculous Bermudas Alfred considered to be the apex of.