"Fuck... that big cock!" I groaned. My other hand grabbed at my tits through my dress, my fingers were busy, and soaking wet from my cunt."God! I need...something more!" I whimpered as I sped up the action of my fingers, but I needed something bigger, something longer. There was an emptiness building up deep inside the depths of my hole, and it needed to be filled. My head felt like it was spinning, and I reluctantly pulled my hand from my cunt.I walked from the bathroom, and grabbed the candle I. As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw through the open door a bedroom with a big double bed in it, with an old fashioned cupboard and sideboard and mirror and I was suddenly filled with sorrow and longin’. I imagined myself in bed on a Sunday mornin’, havin’ coffee and toast with someone (and the image of Mattie crept uninvited into my mind), readin’ the Sunday papers and then makin’ love in the crumbs, of comin’ home from work at five o’clock and hearin’ the sound of the kettle which someone. They laugh quietly and begin to move around the room. The blue eyed woman moves behind you and smacks your ass hard before loosening the bonds around your wrists and ankles. As your feet touch the ground she places a boot on our back and forces you to bend over a table. As she is doing this the olive green eyed woman is busy strapping on a long thick strapon and lubing it up. She soon takes up position behind you and you can feel the tip of the dildo pushing ever so gently at your back door.. As I approached the door, my mothers next door neighbor, Ms. Shreyden, divorced for 15 years. Her blonde hair shining In the daylight. She approached me."Brian dear!" She approached me with open arms. As she came closer I took In how great her body looked even for a 39 year old women. Nice pair of tits, I'd say around 36D, and a nice fit body that she's clearly been taking care of while I've been gone. "Ms. Shreyden! Its so good to see you!" I embraced her as I felt her nice, huge tits press.