When she knew she had big delivery vans due in and being very careful and precise about her goods, she quite rightly worried about the front shop and ...f course the post office being unattended, therefore over the years she had it down to a fine art. Olive, for that’s her name had the suppliers eating out of her frail bony hands, so she had got them to agree to fixed days when the truck would come. However when that happened, if that was the case she would call on me, if I was off duty or old. "Ohh damn I love your huge fucking cock" I started pushing back on his dick and he started pumping me harder. His groin started slapping against my plump little ass making that wonderful plopping sound which I loved hearing. He felt so good fucking me deep in my virgin ass...plowing me with that huge pulsating pole, I didn't ever want it to stop. "Fuck me, just keep fucking me" His fucking was getting faster and faster with every stroke up my ass, he was pumping me for all I was worth. I kept. I could not believe that my wife and this seemingly shy woman were using words normally only used by men. I decided to stay out of this conversation and just listen, especially because Traceys hand had crept up my thigh and was now fondling my erection as she said Well, I certainly dont have any complaints in that regard. So what kind of sex do you like Tracey? asked Cathy. Just where was this conversation going? Dont give away too many secrets Tracey I managed to squeak out. I know its unusual. “What?” I said.He was silent for a moment and then sat up. He reached for me and grabbed my hand and made me move so I was standing next to him. His other hand caressed my pussy and he said, “I think you need something more than just someone watching you.” “Oh, is that what you think?” I said, and giggled. His finger slid over my slit and I moved my leg a bit so he could reach easier. “Mm, I think this beautiful pussy needs some cock.” His finger was now an inch inside me and moved in and out.