Since then his sex life had changed forever. His wife, Sandy, had transformed to the perfect woman that he wanted for so long. Her inhibition was all ...ut gone and now she no longer wore bras while in the house, as they tended to get into the way of having spontaneous sex. Not that her tits needed any support since her body had now regressed back the condition when she was 19. Every part of her body was at peak condition.What Sandy wore did not leave much to imagination. Thin crop top or t-shirt. He walked to his front door and opened it to reveal his landlord, Mr George Franks. ‘Well, are you going to let me in, or what?’ demanded Franks his wrinkled brow frowning and huge white bushy eyebrows arching over blue eyes that positively glowered. Pushing past the young man he strode purposefully into the sitting room and after dropping his leather case onto the floor sand into the settee with a grunt. Sink he most certainly did, as well. For he was a large framed man of 57 years of age,. ” “Please, Tom, will you put your finger inside me?” I whisper, barely audible. You slide one finger into my hole. I moan loudly this time. You move it further in, finding my G-Spot. You push into it, repeatedly, and I can already feel my orgasm building. I moan again, and you move your thumb onto my swollen clit. It feels so, so, so good. My moans become higher pitched as I get closer and closer to the edge. But you stop. “Beg for more.” You order. “What?” I say, completely dazed. “Fucking beg. They’d got a good deal on the package and managed to get a two bed, ground floor apartment in a decent looking complex in a destination that had been touted for its debauchery and loose morals, they’d been there for four days now, waiting for this place to live up to the hype, but were starting to lose faith. They’d chatted up loads of girls, but it seemed that all of them were either attached, or looking for the kind of hunks they’d seen on TV, Craig and Todd weren’t athletic types, so the.