I was born in 1911, and thought I was probably fifteen years older that the wife of a seriously nasty gangster, so this affair was a little out of my ...omfort zone. Frieda’s husband Richard was at least five years older than me, was much bigger in build, but starting to run a little to fat and unfit, being a heavy drinker and smoker. I didn’t smoke because I’d been brought up by parents who smoked heavily and both suffered ill-health later in life for the habit. Both my parents were in their. To others it would be nothing more than the actions of an addict. For Henry… it was the one Moment when the Child’s face wasn’t somewhere in his Thoughts. So she didn’t struggle when he sauntered over to her. She didn’t recoil… even though the fresh over-funk of marijuana bothered her. ‘We need a shower,’ he chuckled. * * * * Sandy’s spent. I watch her for several seconds, then pack my bowl and head downstairs. Unlike her, the storm and I are full of energy. Dark… powerful energy. I can still. Sara was stariing at my bag I had brought and raised her hand as to ask a question. I said what? She asked me what was in the bag? I walked over to them and spilled the contents out on to the coffee table, I wish I could of taken their picture, a mixture of confusion and fear! I then went on to explain what I was there for, I let them know I watched them, I let them know how my fantasy was going to play out. It wasnt to hurt them but to use them, I being in my early forties wanted young ass. . Ahhhh kevon I like it baby you are such a fucking great fucker oh my god ab suresh or kevon mujhe chod rahe the ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh yes honey yes ahhh .Wahi samantha bhi chudai mai moan kar rahi thi oh raj yes yea baby yes yea honey im yours totally keep fucking me raj you are such a owner of great cock samantha ye bolte bolte jhar gai samantha ne kaha oh guys finally I came yes guys thanks sonia you bitch thanks raj but raj use abhi bhi chod raha tha ab samantha ne kaha common raj now fuck.