He had his arms around her legs, the muscles in his thick forearms rippling, and was holding her ass in his two enormous mitts, one soft, generous che...ek per mitt and his powerful hands dark against the creamy whiteness of her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. He was pulling her to him and pressing her crotch to his face, giving some serious oral attention to her pussy! For her part, she was slowly pumping her hips, thrusting her sex forward to provide him with better access. If Michael. He kissed me and forced his tongue into my mouth. I can taste my cum man he said…and we French kissed for what seemed like hours.He pulled away and we lay there together holding each other. I asked him how he was feeling and he said much better; that cumming and my holding him was making him feel great. So I asked him if he was interested in feeling even better and he said sure…I guess so…so I asked him if he would fuck me.He got very quiet and he said that he’d never fucked another man but. I fell to my knees as he shot his load of old come across my back. I raised my head and saw a pair of old legs stretched out before me. The penile shaft sprung up from a patch of grayish brown pubic hair. Our host lead me by the leash between the pair of legs and a voice commanded 'suck that dick, bitch'. My face was poised directly above the old shaft, I parted my lips and before I could do anything else, a hand pushed my head down. My face was pushed into the pubic hair and the stiff cock. Like surprise all of everything gone no way of knowing what what what. He hit her, twice, three times, more, and then there was a great darkness.Then, waking to the sleek feel of plastic against her skin. Then, the feel of knives in her. Again.Again. Again.She decided she was dead, and lay still, feeling nothing. Not even letting her skin know what was happening to her. Again. Again. Again. How long did he stay? Maybe just a day. Maybe a week. She didn’t know, because she was already.