We sat chatting not about anything in particular I couldn't help but keep glancing at her tits you could her nipples through the thin material of her ...ress as she wasn't wearing a bra, I think Brenda must have noticed me keep looking but never said anything. As we was talking she went on to say how her husband didn't appreciate her anymore and never showed her any love or affection I said I'm sorry I didn't really know what to say then she went further to say she hadn't had sex for ages now I. ' She wasfurious.??????????? 'Coolit with the names,' I retorted and then added, 'or at least get them all right.Not just half right.'??????????? 'What?I can't follow you. What kind of person do you take me for?' (One with two titsand a cunt, and a great ass, and a little fuck bunny to match, I thought tomyself.)??????????? (Iwanted her to get the maniac part right and preface it with sex, sex maniac whohad them totally at his mercy and had lots of evil ideas and intentions. What afucking (wet). It was strong stuff but had kind of a sweet taste. It made me very relaxed. After that my memory was hazy and I felt a strange detachment from the scenes that flashed across my mind. Like a dream, a very real dream, I saw boys, young boys ... some even younger that Dave, between my legs. My breath caught in my chest as I realized that I had been fucked by a number of them, I had no idea how many. I had visions of taking cocks into my mouth while another was being thrust into my pussy. I. ‘Gerta, your friends, your sisters think you need to find a companion to share your life, now that you are no longer a religious. Do you feel the same way?’ Gerta didn’t look at Casey right away but took the time to form her answer. She wasn’t conventionally pretty. Some might call her ‘plain’ and ‘heavy’, but it was really the sturdiness of a strong woman of Germanic stock with generous hip and modest bust, beautiful hands, fine gold blond hair pulled simply to the back of her neck and a clear.