"What is the crazy man going to ask me to do!" May I ask you to get on your knees for me?" I queried."He not crazy after all! I like it that way, but ...you had better be easy with me!" Right there at the edge of the bed should do it." I suggested.I stood a long moment looking at Fatima's large, ample ass, finding it quite pleasing. Moved in close behind her, my cock not quite up to snuff, I rubbed the head of my cock against her fur lined pussy. A little bit longer than a blink of an eye I pushed. "Under different circumstances we could have,... well.. it could have been different." As he spoke, she felt the caress of his hand on her breast. But it was unusual, it was soft and tender. There was emotion on the other end of that hand, thought Miss F. Maybe she would be safe after all. His hand moved slowly over her breast, softly fondling her lovely mounds. Her nipples were hard and tight, and his fingers gently squeezed them. Slowly his hand moved down her abdomen and over her stomach,. He didn’t hesitate at all to take his dick out and masturbate.Then he said, “How come just him? What about your sons and other lovers. Haven’t they fucked you? Have you not had any threesome in a while?” She said, “No, it’s a long time since I had. Last time I had a threesome was with this asshole and my son. That double anal thing was great. It spread my ass well.”Then the landlord said, “Well why not have one right now. I see we three of us are horny and half-naked. Mine and your lover’s. MARKETING GENIUSTrue story.Went to a major grocery chain store today to buy among other things, a mop bucket. Had no problem finding mops, brooms, whisk brooms, dust pans et.al. No buckets. I managed to flag down a store manager of all people and asked him where I could find a mop bucket. I was NOT very politely informed they do not stock mop buckets."But you have mops" We don't stock mop buckets"Just then I spotted a stack of buckets a couple of aisles over in a corner of the highest.