Just as I was about to leave I asked, “Would you have dinner with me on Saturday night?”She smiled a big one. “A date? I haven’t had one of th...se in years. Of course. What time?”When I picked her up she looked almost pretty wearing a dated dress, some makeup, and her salt-and-pepper hair fixed up a little. She was a solid woman with not much curve at her waist but nicely proportioned ones above her flat belly. We had to drive an hour to find a good restaurant and she was delighted to be treated. He was athletic enough to hold his own, but again, was never allowed or encouraged to be the star. In football he was often relegated to blocking for more outspoken kids, and on the softball diamond nearly always was assigned the outfield.When he graduated, he was 5’10” and 150 lbs. Long and lean, like so many young men at that age. His metabolism was still fast enough for him to eat anything he wanted without putting on extra pounds.After graduation, he decided that school had weighed too. Right she might be able to share her shapely dance number with him. There was something so satisfying in pleasing others in such a way.She had played with herself a few times in front of the mirror, but she was not able to push herself over the top no matter how horny she became. Her friends talked about orgasms like they were the end all, but all she could do was lie and agree with their assessment. She had read in a magazine some girls were like that and she accepted that she was in that. Lafitte ran his fingers down her back all the way to the beginning of her ass crack. He slowly slid his middle finger into her tight little opening and hooked it up inside her ass crack, impaling her on his middle digit. She sighed in resignation and relaxed her anus for his exploratory entry. He was well satisfied with the tightness of her little brown hole and removed his hand giving her an appreciative pat on her ass cheeks.Marcy Underwood was mortified. It was bad enough to have all those.