"C'mon. You can stay with me. I have a spare room," I said as casually as I could muster. I live alone. I have for a long time, now.She blinked in sur...rise, then stared at me, and I could sense her radar finally come up. There she was at four foot eight and a hundred pounds, and there I was a six four and two fifty. We were friendly, but her better judgement was kicking in. I could see her about to decline, then I asked what other options she had. She knew she didn't have one, and she sagged a. And the best, her breasts jumping and moving with every thrust of his penis.“My God! Yeahhhhhhhh! This cock is filling me good!”“Hump it! Hump it girl! Ahhhhh!”Dr. Ortega wasn’t the handsomest man around, but surely his cock compensated it for a long mile. The dick was not that big, but the thickness it was enough to fill her in whole. Something that actually is not much common. And Judy wasn’t there to many any complaint about it (well, that wasn’t something to complain but you never know. “I haven’t had sex for the last five-years,” she boldly confessed, her voice almost apologetic, as if seeking his forgiveness for her shameless actions. “My husband lost interest in sex on his sixtieth-birthday. That’s the last time he fucked me” she said, forcing a smile that quickly faded, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke above her head. “Even before he lost interest, sex was confrontational, hurried and very disappointing,” she sighed, draining her glass. “I look forward to our next. As Carla led me toward one of the open doors she explained that a closed door meant that the room was occupied. I immediately wondered if Marsha was behind one of those closed doors having sex with some guy I had never met. Strangely the thought didn't upset me, maybe that was because of the beautiful Carla who was hanging on my arm.Carla closed the door behind us and then turned to me. When she looked at me I noticed for the first time that she had very large dark brown eyes. She had the kind.