Greg was a player and loved dumping women after he got all he could get from them. He had always wanted May, but she wanted nothing to do with him. He...knew he was good looking back in the days and he knows his looks are distinguished at the golden age of sixty. May was fifteen years younger then their senior. Greg noticed May and quickly fixed the red tie, she had to admit he did look good in that black suit with the white shirt and black leather shoes. She was relieved when Bob showed up at. “I can’t stand it anymore. Pleeeease stop!” he slowly removed his fingers from my cunt. I had clenched my thighs together so closely that it was difficult for him to remove his hand. When he finally did, I laid down on the bed and pulled him on top of me. “Oh that was great! Come here, hold me tight. Let me regain my breath. Let me feel all of you!” My legs encircled his back. My hands had grabbed the back of his head and forced his lips down onto mine. He kissed me, and quickly found my tongue. It felt like a baseball bat being forced into me. He grabbed and held his hand over my mouth to muffle my cries as he pushed his thick, long pole into my rear. Slowly it spread my opening wider and wider. I felt it go deeper and deeper into my anus, opening my sphincter as it sunk deeper and deeper. There was this sharp, searing, burning sensation in my rectum. I couldn’t believe that he buried that monster all the way in me. I whimpered and cried like a baby, but I managed to take all 16” of. Even more, it was actually very flattering, that my pictures would have had such an impact on an impressionable young lesbian just emerging from her chrysalis, and that seeing me for real would both arouse and unsettle her so much. My face lost its hard angry frown, and I warmed to her ... she seemed to be really quite a nice person after all, open and straightforward. Really, it had taken a lot of guts to seek me out after such events, to wait so long in the lonely corridor and then to brave.