Of course, once a decent period of grieving had passed, my friends went out of their way to introduce me to eligible men of my own age, mainly widower...s, although some were living in sham marriages, where all love and intimacy had died. There was one very nice man whose wife was in the final stages of dementia and who no longer knew who he was. I am sorry to say that none of them really attracted me as a potential partner, the vital spark was just not there. Having known friends who became so. But after hearing that jingle and I'm immediatley turned on. I like stripping for guys who pay me just to show them my small titties and my flat ass. And I would do it for free but if I get payed to be told what to do like a dog it makes me feel like a slut. And being so slutty and dirty turned me on. I masturbated every day at high school in the room behind that small door in the washroom and I'd felt so desperate afterwards I just kept doing it in my bedroom and I always did it with the. My research into their computer systems was what led me to believe that my father's plan would be rejected. Despite that, our arrangement worked out quite well for me, as while my father and his friends were off formulating their plan of attack, I had free rein of the Consensus's computer system, which you can damn well bet I made good use of.It was really rather sad to watch my father and his buddies strut confidently into the meeting room all the while knowing how easily their idea would be. He poured it onto his cock rubbing it all over the head and thick shaft. He put the bottle back as he prepared to try again.He placed his lubed up cock at the entrance to her asshole again. Quagmire pushed forward and watched his hard thick penis slowly slide into Lois’s tight asshole.“Ohhhhhhhhh fuck! Oh my God!” she moaned with pleasure. His cock was halfway up her ass. He slid partway out and than rammed it back in this time jamming his entire dick into her anus. “UNH!” she moaned in a mix.