Now stand up, turn around, spread your legs, bend over and grab your ankles. I'm going to fuck you good and hard".I obeyed him immediately, silently t...anking god I had the wits to empty half a tube of KY lube up my arse-pussy before leaving my car. I now knew that this horrible old man wouldn't have any to help ease my discomfort. I have never felt so scared or vulnerable in my whole life, bent over in front of him, seconds away from having a thick 8" raw, WAIT, raw. He hadn't put a condom on.. ..it sort of was. Was this spousal abuse of some kind? I didn't know and was too drowsy to think too much about it.I forgot, clearly, that you aren't supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. Then I crawled in next to my snoring bear of a. I untied her sneaker and removed it. Then, I slipped my thumb under her sock and stripped it right off, which made Sandy giggle. Her long, bare toes were directly in front of my nose! They smelled like.... well... feet. Phew! What can I say? I lifted her other leg and got rid of her other sneaker and sock."Here, let me get yours," Sandy said. She yanked off my boots and then pulled off my socks. “Wow! Look at those big feet!” she teased. "Well, let's keep going," I said. Our chests. While truck bay doors were often open, they had trucks up against them most of the time and curtains that kept the company from trying to cool all of Hawthorne County. Air conditioning could only do so much in the big open space of the huge building, and it made for a wearing day. Jason was glad to get home, into the air conditioning of the house, get out of his clothes, put on a lightweight kilt he often used around the house instead of shorts, grab a cold beer and just chill out.Even though.