Other than that, she could do normal things like just walking around and shopping but just could not be on her feet for hours which was required for a...waitress, and just about any jobs that required her being on her feet for long stretches.She did get a check for disability but it was not enough to live on and she had to go to food banks and get food stamps to feed her and her nineteen-year-old daughter Daphne. The disability check just barley covered the utilities and did not leave much for. He orders his breakfast and when she leaves to put it in, he heads to the restroom to wash his hands. As he walks out, she stops him with a hand in his chest, and she pushes him back into the men’s room. She pushes him against the far wall and grabs his hand, placing it on her slippery wet pussy under her skirt. “See what you do to me?” she whispers as she grabs his neck and pulls his lips to hers, kissing him passionately as he begins to work his fingers in and out of her.“Fuck, Lori, you’re. She sat on the bed with her hands in her lap. “Okay, you first,” she said. “Take it all off and just let me look at it.” I stood up and eagerly peeled off my clothes until I was naked in front of her. I tried to focus on being calm and embarrassed so I wouldn’t get an erection. Then she stood up and said, “Okay, my turn. Remember, we can look and touch but no fucking. Promise me, Ben?” “Of course, we’re friends; you can trust me,” I assured her, although I still had hopes that something. In a swift movement, his massive penis was forced deep inside my pussy as I let out a blood-curdling scream. The immense size of the a****l completely covered me, except my feet which were forced up and to his sides. At that moment, I became less concerned with the v******e that occurred between my legs, and more so with being smothered to death. The weight of his abdomen nearly crushed my chest. The musky, foul, wet-dog kind of scent was nauseating. Turning my head to the side, I struggled to.