"I turned and heard her struggling with her dress."Young man, I do need your help, I can't lift the dress I am that sore. I will have to ask you to do...it for me." My names Chris, Gran and I will help you." I turned and helped her get the dress over her head exposing her partially dressed body. I expected an old woman to be wearing big cotton briefs etc., but no, she had on frilly lemon and lime laced panties and bra. The worst was the badly bruised abdomen where the belt had dug in. She must be. “No worries,” he greeted her with a warm smile. “What’s that saying, better late than never, right? Please, come in.” Philip took her hand and admitted her into the deserted restaurant. It was a small establishment, consisting of only a dozen tables. All the chairs had been overturned and placed on the tabletops in preparation for closing. But one small table for 2 in the middle of the restaurant was still set. Philip shut the door as my wife stepped in. She was wearing a nonde olive. She'd already had several small to medium orgasms but when she rides me, I know she's building up to a massive one and wants to go hard and fast 'til she cums which usually means I can't hold back any more & this time was no exception. When she came, I could feel the hot gush of her fluids all over my crotch (she's a squirter) and the contractions of her pussy were amazing. No matter what image I could bring to mind, it wasn't enough to hold back and I erupted into her. As soon as I came, she. Even the lands beyond the narrow sea. But that would probably be in their great-great-great-grandchildren's days. He wondered even if their original inhabitants descendants would WANT to go back. Who knew? He would be dead by then, it wouldn't be his or his decendants problem.For now he was content just to live another day."The food is ready, Great Khal." He looked up to find one of the young Dothraki women who served him at the openings to his working room. It was quite taxing, these titles.