"OK, the couch it is. Who's first?"Again there was silence, but this time it bothered me. Were they such good friends that each was allowing the other...to go first? Did they both want to go first but didn't want to appear too anxious? Or were they not interested in fucking this old lady? Shit, I'm still in my sixties; not that old. But that can't be; no teen age boy is going to reject a willing wet pussy, no matter how old or how ugly, and I definitely am not ugly.I stretched out on the couch,. "Maybe if I can get rid of a few pounds--" Why?" I said sharply."Why?" She seemed surprised that the question even needed to be asked."Yeah, why? You look great. If you don't mind my saying so." No, I don't mind a bit," she said. "But you don't think..." Hell no," I said. "You look like who you are. There's no reason to try to shrink down to who you were in high school. You're the woman you ought to be. Don't think guys don't notice you and admire you, either. And if your husband can't see that. Iwant you to control me completely.? She speaks, barely more than a whisper, butI reward it by beginning to penetrate both her entrances with a single fingersliding slowly into each.?That?s good, baby, that?s good, tell memore, tell me everything you need.??Oh, fuck? She moans ?give me more!??Tell me more first!? She groans, a harsh guttural sound that?s half pleasure and halfhorrible frustration, my cock leaping as another barrier is broken in her.?Tie me up! Tie me up, rough me up! Put. ’ Jessie pushed the sleeping cat to the ground and stood, slapping the dirt off her thighs. She seemed hesitant, but he couldn’t tell why. Her hair lay over one eye and she turned those ocean eyes to him and his gut clenched. The heat between them snapped like a lighting storm and silence surrounded them, though he was sure the Others still chattered like magpies. Grasping her outstretched hand, he let her lead him to the cave entrance, neither of them looking back, their hearts straining to.