" He hadn't introduced himself with his Russian surname in years. It had been Ivan Owen since he came to the United States. But, his old name rolled o...f of his tongue like a marble. Her eyes widened and her lips parted. "I thought you looked familiar." "You know me from the news stories," he said. "It's so odd to be best remembered for my worst year." Ivan Orlov became a household name because of the loss his ice dance partner and his wife more than ten years earlier. The car accident had been. How was she going to manage getting it in her very tight cunt? "Well, he'd have to be patient". And his sack, "OMG", one of his balls filled up half her hand. Her next thought was how was she going to get his huge cock in her mouth? Opening very wide came to her mind.Rita began just by feeling the heft of it. Thick, meaty and hot. She could hold it all day. Now though, she simply started a slow jacking motion. She marveled at the way the skin slid over what she imagined to be like another whole. ”Kandi replied, “Not in my book. Unless you bite me hard you won’t get in my pants.”I laughed and said, “I could never get into your pants. I’m surprised you can get into them without a shoehorn.”Kandi laughed and said, “I can’t. I have to soak them in hot water, slip them on, and then let them dry.” Puzzled I asked, “What happens if you have to use the bathroom?”Kandi smiled and said, “Them I’m screwed because I can’t get back into them.”I just laughed but I really wanted to fuck her. So I. Milking more pre cum onto his finger he tentatively raised his finger to his lips. The taste was enough to make him squirm with the desire to cum. Closing his eyes, he imagined it was the taste of a strange man in his mouth. On the bed behind him laid a dress. The very dress that his sister had been wearing the night before. The very dress she had unceremoniously peeled off over her head this morning and tossed in the dirty laundry. He had laid there pretending to be asleep, and admired her.