How big are they?”The two delivery men looked at each other. “Large fridge-freezer,” the younger man, who looked to be still in his teens, with ... shock of bright un-naturally orange hair and a face full of freckles and acne, suggested. The other nodded. “Yeah. About that. Say a bit bigger than a standard domestic fridge-freezer. Two metres high maybe a bit more, about one wide and one an’ a bit deep.”She nodded. “Um. Okay.” She looked around. “For now, just bring them in here. Leave them over. Mam my them lay on the bed, legs spread holding their wet pussy open, I start feeding my big ha e cock to them, double dipping back and forth every poke feeling them getting wetter and wetter, slipperyier and slipperier.. there so wet, my cock keeps sliding out, so I make them start tag teaming my cock sucking it deep and hard, making them choke and gag on it.. long spit chains dripping from their mouths.then again I'm told to get behind her an give it to her good while she eats my girl out. " Thank you, Mistress. May I speak?" Go ahead."It was a few days after Catherine's and Matt's encounter. Catherine was again racked with guilt. She had tried to be sincere and helpful with the boy, but for a thirty-one year old wife to take the virginity of a mere fifteen year old whom she had just met..."What's wrong with me? I know I'm a whore, I seem to have proven that time and again, but WHY am I so depraved? I had a happy childhood. I wasn't abused or mistreated. I know of no. Shopping at lingerie stores, like Vics Secrets, where the staff are either single moms or milfs or young women, who can be there for personal enjoyment, and to meet women and men sometimes. I ask them for help for items for my girlfriends, and wife, or just say my girlfriends, and don't act like I'm boasting. I am serious, but also open. I look at her nametag, and connect by using her name, and if there's a connection I pursue it. Sometimes I meet a woman in food court or by chance and ask her.