Or being fucked in the arse makes you feel more … vulnerable. Jan laughed and said I was finally over what That Turd had done to me, which didn’t... make any fucking sense. (That Turd was what she called my ex. She said he was too crap to have a real name.) I started to go for the door, to run out to the HOG. But then I felt worried. He wasn’t on his Harley Davidson Fat Boy and he was dressed in a fucking suit and tie. (Some kind of shimmering pale grey. I have to say, it looked fucking fine on. ..I'm about to cum!" Lillian laughed, brushing and flicking my cock excitedly.?As my hips trembled, and I moaned aloud, Lillian suddenly pulled her hand away, slapping me lightly in the face with the other hand. "I don't think so."?The heavy semen shot to the end of my cock, but then sat there, and weeping softly, I felt it seeping back into my now agony filled testicles.?I was humping air, and ?Lillian snorted with delight as my frustrated member spasmed uselessly.?Lillian then resumed rubbing. Her black wings fluttered behind her as her juices flooded my thighs. The slut had cum while being forced to please me. My pussy clenched. The thrill of dominating her rushed through my.“Slata's hairy cunt,” I moaned as my orgasm burst through me. My juices poured into the mouth of Slata's daughter. My ass clenched as my pussy spasmed. The pleasure rushed through my body. I kept my grip tight as I writhed in bliss.My hips kept undulating. I kept grinding my pussy on her hungry mouth as I waited. But hey.We were in our 50s. And we were biological guys.So when Brenda said, "Nap?"I answered "Nap."Ten seconds later we were asleep spooned in each other's arms.Chapter Four - Looking aroundAt 5:32 p.m., I felt my neck being kissed and my asshole beingpenetrated by a nice thick cock.Mmmmm.My favorite new way to wake up.And Brenda was my favorite means for such wakeups.Except...It didn't exactly feel like Brenda in my "pussy."And it didn't feel like Brenda's neck kisses either.Not that I was.