When I struggled to stand upright on my shaky knees, she gently grabbed my arm and helped me up. I blushed, feeling embarrassed at having a young woma... provide such services to me. I had always considered myself to be a gentleman, helping ladies by opening doors and carrying packages and other little chores. Now the tables were turned.When she made sure that I was going to be able to stand with my cane and get into the van, she sat down on the cart and began to turn it back to the store. As I. He pushes right in and doesn’t stop until he’s all the way in. He’s deeper than I thought someone could ever be. He’s bigger than I’ve ever had. My walls are stretching, trying to accommodate him. A deep sigh escapes even him, and it’s strangely comforting. It makes me happy that I pleased him.I have gone officially mad.He doesn’t make love to me. He fucks me, thoroughly. I feel him in my whole body. He’s fucking my bloody soul. I want to scream, but only unarticulated sounds and gasps are. As soon as we got back to the hotel room she stripped off her clothes and I got dressed as well, she then threw me down on the bed and told me she was going to see how long she can ride me before her legs got tired but first she grabbed a joint and ground her pussy in the my chest and face before sliding down onto my cock, she fired up that joint and rode me while we smoke that joint, she then rode me like crazy for about a half hour without stopping before getting off of me just for a second. What do you say?”Understanding why they were asking me and appreciating their concern, I said, “I had a wonderful time tonight. Yes, I want to do it again next Friday. I'd like to do it every Friday.” I paused. Everyone's eyes were focused on me. After a moment I said, “But...” And then I paused again.Abby asked, “But what?”“I think it might be fun if we could recruit a few more participants.”Giggling, Abby said, “I for one think that's a wonderful idea.”Jeanne asked, “Michael, are you.