" He blinked at her, hesitating. "Well, don't you?" No, thanks, fine proposal, sir, if a bit on the plain side, but I think I'd rather live in sin for...a while, new experience. They still call it that? What's better for income tax? How old are you anyhow?" Joint filing is better I think. My wife did all that. Recently I just hired an accountant." He smiled at her. "I'm a hundred and two, I think, most days, lately a bit less. Creaky you might say. Uninsurable but eager to learn." OK, lets, why. I assume its like preview booths so I ask the clerk if I need tokens to enter. She replies, "You have to buy a minimum $5 card to go in."I purchase the card from the smiling women, and can't help but wonder if maybe she likes me a little. I walk in the viewing area and look around. The booths are set up in rows completely enclosed and they have lights to tell the ones in use. I only have one choice so I proceed to the open booth. I close the door behind me and lock it. I then realize that there. She took a breath and push till I felt her nose touching my ball and I started filling her throat with my cum. She didn’t worry about swallowing there wasn’t any choice I was pumping it straight into her stomach. Then like with before I saw her stomach swell a little, I mean it was like she had just finished eating a big meal but there was definitely a difference. I still had the feeling that there was more to do.She beat me to the punch though, she got up and I let go of her as she circled. Smith?" Yea, sure, I guess," I mumbled, finding it hard to speak with Tony's baseball bat shoved up my bum."While I fuck your ass, tell me about your wife. Describe her tits, Mr. Smith."When I hesitated, unable to respond to Tony's silly question, he spanked my ass violently. "Tell me about her tits, dammit."As I closed my eyes and tried to picture my imaginary wife's make-believe breasts, my body started to spasm, wave after wave of intense pleasure pulsating through my tortured body."Her.