, and sat up in bed directly in front of the fan. Quietly, I walked to the bathroom in hopes the activity would break my sleeplessness, and as I came ...ut, looked into Margaret's open bedroom door. She was sleeping on top of the sheets wearing only a dark panty. A half moon lit her romm enough for me to watch her large breasts rise and fall as she slept. I stood in the hallway, naked and perspiring and felt my penis getting hard. In a second, I decided my next move, went back to my room, quietly. Both his hands clasped behind my head keeping me from scooting away from his savage penis as it sunk deeper and deeper into my bowels. With each thrust of Jerome pelvic, I could hear my self going 'UNNNGGGH, UNNNGGGHH, UNNNGGGHHH,' as he continued to sex my helpless butt. The pain was intense and radiating from my anal cavity as each of my inner anal sphincter muscle ring relinquished and allowed his enormous penile head to enter farther and farther into my body. My thighs and legs were. ‘Why the spy novel complications?’ A series of stories on the Internet, The Erotic Adventures of Rasputin caught her fancy, and she had e-mailed the author several times over three months, talking about everything. The correspondence was fun, illuminating and stimulating, he really knew how to push her buttons. But she discovered her mail was being read, and he turned off the switch almost overnight. Then, a note disguised as spam appeared, instructing her to meet him on this day at that place,. She had a twinkle in her eye. Hell, sure why not! I was wanting a bed partner that night.After the games, and the company of men left, she came into my back room, and leaned into the bed. squeezing those delicious looking DD;s. Sorry I am so drunk, but I had a great time with the boys.I had a bed sheet over me, she leaned over, tucking me in. She fell on top of me and said, OOPS!, Sorry, I think I am little tipsy!Want to join me? I asked.I did not think you wanted a drunk old woman in your bed?.