Now Gwen – as she preferred to be called – was a voluptuous lady about a size 20, still curvy with big tits and, as I had already found out, was a...girdle lover. For a seventy year old she was fit, pretty and obviously dressed very well.So at 10.20 I rang the doorbell, toolbox in hand. “Hello Robert, come in, thanks for coming at short notice but my sink is bunged up and I cannot do anything with it”, was the message she greeted me with. “Don’t worry Gwen, I’ll soon have it fixed” As I went. "Get on all fours on the bed and face away from me" he said, I did it straight away, let them out of the bathroom I thought, I heard the ensuite door open and movement towards me, I couldn't resist anymore, I looked over my shoulder, there were three naked men sporting Zoro type masks, walking towards me, in the background Jim was hurridly taking his clothes off, it looked funny, and I gave out a little laugh. The first man to approach me was maybe in his forties, white, with dark crew cut. It felt like I was impossibly full. He withdrew and then pushed back in with a little more force. He hit my prostate on the way in and I felt ready to collapse. The total feeling of everything was overwhelming. He started to slide in faster.“Oh gooddd! That feels so good.”“See white boy? I told you that you would love this meat inside of you. Tell me how much you love it!” He started to pound me rapidly, hitting my prostate with each thrust and driving me insane.“OOhhh please fuck me with your. The other three were very wobbly.’ ‘Oh my god, you were looking at us after all!’ She laughed, shaking out her now properly blonde hair. ‘And what were you thinking about while you looked at us, something bad?’ She was teasing now. ‘If I remember, I was thinking ‘why are these girls waving to me?” I said and then decided I was allowed some teasing in return. ‘And ‘that one who actually can skate is developing a nice looking bottom’.’ I smirked as she reddened slightly. ‘I’d better get back.’.