He looked considerably older than Alex and Chas. Grey stubble covered his weather beaten, wrinkled face and as he smiled at the camera his open mouth ...revealed a set of teeth, yellow and stained, presumably by years of smoking. What was most striking to me though, as I sat there watching, was how much he resembled Ellen’s father. It wasn’t him of course, but the similarity, at least facially, was unmistakeable! He sat heavily down in the chair and after some mumbled speech from behind the. First, she slipped off the strap from her right shoulder, and then the left, letting it drop to the floor. Knowing his eyes were watching her intently, she slipped her panties from her body making sure to bend forward so he could get a full view. He groaned behind her as she stood up straight again and turned around. “How are you feeling?” she asked him with a mischievous smile. “Tortured,” he replied as he pulled against the restraints. She crawled up onto the bed and straddled his hips - her. . .sorry what did you say, Ellen? Helen? Helen. This is Helen. Helen this is Sindy." I smiled with as much warmth as I could manage and joined in the conversation. Helen was a good bit older than us, probably somewhere North of 40. She had slightly greying hair, pulled back into a pony tail, and was wearing a cheap tigerprint blouse over a large, soft, mature womanly figure, not exactly fat but carrying enough pounds that her every time she moved another bit of pale flesh would make a break for. She calmly unzipped her jeans, pulled aside her plain white cotton panties, lifted herself off the seat slightly and pulled out her limp dick, letting it lay on top of her jeans. ?There you go.?Diana gasped in shock when she saw Marilyn?s member and screamed out, ?Oh SHIT!? She nearly swerved in reaction to what she saw, not believing it and believing it at the same time. ?Hold up! Let me pull this car over!?She managed to get herself over onto the shoulder in the Massachusetts countryside,.