He pulled out of my mouth and climbed on top of me. His odor now really strong as I felt his weight on me. I felt the old man’s prick push into my...pussy and I watched the skinny shaft disappear inside with its chicken pox scars, scaly flesh and all. For a man his age he had a lot of energy. He thrust his hips forward pumping his cock out of my tight slit. The old man fucked me so fast and hard, pounding like a jackhammer into my cunt. The thought that this man was homeless entered my. .. say around eight thirty? That way, we'll have lots of time to answer those questions and we'll talk more about that doctor."That evening, after rinsing off her cereal bowl, she sat and watched PBS – there was a concert with Kitaro that evening and Sherlock Holmes was always good. By nine thirty, she was nodding off to sleep so she closed the TV and made her way to bed. She had given up trying to find a nightshirt that still fit and so, after struggling to undress, she decided not to bother. You never know when you might need them.” “Lesson learned,” said Chris and that was the end of that. And so the week passed. We three spent part of every day in a mutual fuck fest and Chris went back several times to the beach to fraternise, as he put it, with his buddy. Our stay ended and we were on the plane back to New York when Chris asked us if he could start training with us on a regular basis in Big Mac’s Gym, which we had talked about during our stay in the condo. He really admired. “I said, Victoria.”An interminable moment passed between us, both of us now staring, my breath coming slow and heavy while a blush dusted her pale face. I had the sudden urge to grab her by her long, dark hair and force her down to her knees in those ridiculously baggy jeans and sheer black baby-doll tee shirt she was wearing. I mean honestly, did she have no tact? I could clearly see her bra. Victoria’s secret. Dark red. Not unlike the color that was still persisting in her cheeks.She cleared.