Then, once more the slow footsteps, the shadow beneath the door, the knob turning. Again her heart pounding, crusting eyes widening, she stares towar...d his form entering the room. His demeanor unchanged, his stare a harsh look, her own eyes lower as her head turns ever so slightly. Stepping straight toward her, passing the brine bucket, something else glistens in his clenching fist. Reaching out, a pair of coiled slender wires, one red the other black, their attached alligator clips in. Reckon it'd fit you?" Well you ought to know - you took my inside measurements enough times this afternoon!"Both women bend forward convulsed with hysterical laughter.Wiping away their tears and straightening up, they are surprised to be confronted by a dapper-looking grey-haired man standing at attention in front of them. He has a thin pencil moustache and wears pale yellow golfing slacks and a blue military-style blazer with brass buttons. He carries a plastic bag under his arm like a. Sylvia stood a few feet away from me and leaned in and kissed me on the lips. She took me by surprise. "You werent expecting that, were you?" she asked. I shook my head. She took me by the hand and led me over to the bed and pushed me back and saw the wet patch when my long blue skirt lifted up on my knickers. She grinned and pulled my skirt up and pulled down my knickers, much to my resistance but I was too horny to do anything. I wanted to be licked, teased by her. Sylvia's tongue touched my. Cum, cum, cum; this is all I hear in my head. I hear a woman's voice begging me to cum for her, cum in her, and my imagination is galloping through woods never seen like a horse in the wild. The pumps of my cock get faster as my dick stays so hard. So hard for the face, the body, the lips I want to blast my nut all over. The point comes when I say that it is time to fulfill my goal and give myself pleasure. In the back of my mind are the girls that I have fucked, the moaning in their whimpering.