He and his mates had ended up in a dingydisco, pissed and looking for easy sex.Bill had zeroed in on a big-boned middle-aged stunner in a sequined min...i-dress, too much makeup, big hair, fuck-me heels and stocking-clad legslonger than Sackville Street (and this was long before Sparkle). Hername was Linda and he chatted to her, buying her gin and tonics andadmiring her many attributes until she succumbed to his advances and wentback with him to his sleazy hotel. He was so pissed he didn't know. Of course, nobody online knew that the witty and sparkling Wally Wanka was also the tall but also fat and flabby figure that could be seen walking along Forest Road with a fashionable beard (of an unfashionable scruffiness) and almost always munching on a sandwich or chocolate bar.His secret was secure.Or so he thought until he came home from work one day and encountered the woman from the downstairs flat in the shared hallway of the block of flats where he lived."Who's this Wally guy whose. They hung just slightly apart, yet closed too tight for me so see the entrance to her vagina. Her mound was smoother than mine, and I assumed she also had it waxed as no razor cuts that close. She straightened up all too soon and turned back toward me. This time I saw the swollen nub of her clit, peaking out of its hood as if begging attention. A second later I saw her shove four fingers into her cooch--it was awesome! It was unfuckinbelievable!”“I tried two--nope, it just wouldn’t work--or so. She was by no means tight, but she new how to take a pounding and i enjoyed the sensation of her wet hole rubbing on my cock. By now her begging had become gibberish filled with the occasional please or thank you. Soon i could feel the release that i wanted building in my balls, the ache growing as i fucked her stupid skank pussy, until i came deep in her womb, shooting my wad straight into that pussy. Pulling my softing cock out i stood on wobbly legs, looking down on my well fucked.