"You deny your youth, and assert mine? Perhaps you are addled after all. It was my thirty-ninth birthday when I lost my husband, my legs, and my arm t...o that drunken bastard, and that was a year ago and more." As Lorraine had calmed, her English had improved as well; her accent wasn't nearly so opaque now.Steve's skin crawled, then he controlled himself, and spoke. "They you have regained your youth as well as your limbs; I would place your age at twenty, at most, and perhaps younger. From your. ." After all, you're the Donny Osmond fan."I sighed. "I made one little comment about him going from teen idol to game show host. That doesn't exactly make me the president of his fan club. Does he still have fan clubs?"Robbie grinned again. "Sure. Teachers, librarians, and waitresses in their fifties who go home, put on their old mini-skirts, and..." No, thanks. Not an image I need before I go to bed." Tami was on an overnight field trip, and Robbie was walking the park with me. She'd brought. “Oh, boy, you are going to take it. Because I’m going to fuck your brains out.”I moaned. He spat on my hole and put the tip of his cock against it. I felt the pressure of his glans. It was way too big to get in. “Relax, baby, I’m going to fuck you and you know it, so just relax.”He pushed further and I felt the pressure augment as the tip of his cock was inside my hole. I couldn’t help but scream and tried in vain to relax. But there was no time to relax, with a dry thrust, he pushed the rest. ..You look around, and there are many looking at you, even men that are out with their wives, girlfriends etc.. Your cheeks are still red, but you comply. You take the coat off, hang it on the back of your chair, to conceal your butt a little at least.. Then you try to sit down quickly, but I tell you "not so fast"... I see you're clearly uncomfortable, but we also know that this s the kind of thing that turns you on. That makes that smooth little pusy of yours dripping wet... I tell you to.