.. Twelve, sir. ... Twenty seven, sir. Twenty eight, sir. Twenty nine, sir. Thirty, sir. Please, may I cum, I can't hold it, sir, please I beg of youu...uuu!" "No, slut" and shuts the vibe off leaving me trembling and wanting more. My cheeks are super red and are burning, but I love it. Two of the five balls are out of my asshole. The panties are super wet. "Look, the string of the things kept your butt plug inside." "Yes, sir" He takes off my thongs and takes out the butt plug. "How about that. It went on and on, and we ended up with the topic of him finding a girl. He explained to me that none of the girls that he dated after his wife's demise were hot, and he couldn't get a full erection when having sex. He doesn't get pleasurable sex like he used to. I felt bad for him. Then my wife came home and unlocked the door and went to the bedroom. She came back to the living room wearing her suits because she just came straight from a meeting then sent the k**s come. We watched the football. Orson directed me to drive through several even darker streets.I was afraid about going into that neighborhood; but Orson said it was safe; nothing to worry about the place.He finally made me pull over a very dark spot, in a lumber yard…As soon as I stopped the engine, we began playing.I pulled down his trousers, finding the longest dick I had ever seen. It was beautiful, just partially hard; but it looked even bigger than I had seen in the photos that he had sent me.I giggled and leaned over. "He needs to be able to do that on his own." Why? I'm gonna take care of 'im anyway, crippled or not. He's my husband." She smiled at her dad, then pulled the keys out of her purse and opened the front door so I could go in.Alex walked in behind us, checking on things around the house for me. "It's time to cut your yard again," he said. "I can do it." Nope," I said. "Get the kid up the street. He does a good job and he'll appreciate the money, and you an' me can sit on the front porch an' drink.