She stayed in that position hoping that some kind soul would not insist on helping her, until some unkind soul told her to get out of the way so that ...thers could use the post box, before pushing herself upright and walking off with renewed vigour. The burden of almost twenty years knowledge had been lifted from her frail shoulders. She didn’t care now if she was being followed because she had just started a chain of events that would now run its course. Revenge was hers. She hailed a passing. There were a few other cyclists in the company and we had taken over one of the disabled toilets as a changing room. We had no disabled staff on our floor and, being the boss, I sent out a memo condoning the use 'while there are no staff requiring the facility working on the tenth floor'. At fifty-four I was the oldest cyclist by a mile, it got me a few odd looks, but, once I started to look fitter, I caught a few admiring glances from the young female members of staff.Anyway back to the. She went straight to her sister's bottom drawer because she knew that was where she stashed her "good stuff". There was the usual supply of various condoms and flavored lubricants that she always took with her when she went out on a date. Lucy giggled at the assortment of battery-powered penis shaped shafts that adorned the back part of the drawer under some innocuous fashion magazines placed there to hide the sinful toys. Lucy touched some of them with curiosity but was not overly interested. After giving her a good wet tongue fucking l got into position between her legs and guided the swollen head of my cock into her pussy entrance to feel her lips unfold over the head of my hard pole, l pushed downwards and released the hold l had on my shaft it found its own way inside my sister. The girth of my shaft began to stretch Sally’s virgin pussy then l reached her hymen and asked if she had any pain then gave a hard thrust downwards breaking through so my shaft was fully wedged inside.