It was several months before I received any reply from John. To be honest, I was extremely busy, and didn’t pursue it very hard – he was always th... driving force behind the stories, and hated for anything to be delayed or drag on. Our first order of business was dealing with the final chapter of Do Not Pass Go, which had been rejected for issues with underage characters, similar to what had happened with chapter two. I was used to quick clear communications with John. When I received his. How about it?"Truthfully, the setting was a bit gross. The booths interior was really filthy. It smelled of cigarette smoke, and something else I couldn't identify then, that I now know was old, dried cum (on the walls and floors)! Yet, in spite of that, there was an undeniable ambience of intense sexual energy and longing! I, myself, had come there because I was incredibly horny, and more than a little lonely; and so, even though the place was filthy dirty, I suddenly wanted to try the glory. I heard what he said but I couldn’t process a response or reaction as I was having a brain freeze from his monster hard cock pumping in and out of my tight pussy. I never thought an old man’s cock could be so hard and strong. But it felt good, really good. All I wanted was my husband’s small dick to quench my pussy’s thirst as I had a heavy session with this b**st and now his father was doing his job.Not long after my body felt tamed by his forceful hard cock and I couldn’t fight it anymore as. It was a hot summers day and she was in a little skirt and tiny t-shirt. I decided to go out and talk to her.“Hey”, I said“Oh...hey...your the guy that lives across the road...”She gave me a look that I couldnt quite figure out, was it thankfulness, or lust?She answered my question, “Err...you wanna come inside?” One thing I noitced about her was that she was had a slightly mixed accent, it was very sublte, maybe American or slightly Canadian. Which is one of the reasons why we connected,.