Okay time for a mental check I was letting my imagination run away with me but a girl can dream cant she. I stood looking out the door while he was do...n at my feet doing…well doing whatever he was doing, I saw it was still raining. That was the reason I was at home, I should have been at the museum but didn’t fancy waiting around on buses so here I was making small talk with the delivery boy and fantasying about him naked. We talked about the weather, how long he had done the job pointless. Our door bell rang when I was bathing. I ask in a load vice who is that jesna said uncle it is me .I said I was bathing please came after five minits.she said please uncle open the frond door nobody here .then I said ok and I came to opened the door with a long towel rounded in my waist .when I opened the door she move her eyes all over my body especially to my cock I did not maid it I told her nobadyhere than she said no body at her home boring there. We can chat some time or see one film said. ' His voice sounded coldly earnest, like he really believed it. 'Well you're going to do some catching up tonight, Sandy. We're going to remind you what your pussy's for, right lads?' There was a chorus of lewd agreement - 'Fucking right', 'We'll fucking show her' - as he climbed on top of her, shoving her legs apart and nestling his cock-head between her wet labia.She was holding her breath, such was her combination of expectation, arousal and dread. Oh God, oh God, he's going to split me!. He was clearly in pain, but I was not his nurse, and tried to resist interfering. He tried to stand, putting weight on the leg, but blanched and swayed while emitting a low, primal groan. I sprang from my seat to catch him under the shoulder and help him to the bench once again. I encouraged him to lie down for a moment to regain his strength. Kneeling beside the bench to watch over him, I saw pain clearly etched in his face. His brow was damp and fevered, but having nothing with which to cool.