I was powerless to stop him from doing anything he wanted. His hand went down the back of my thong and he rubbed my cheeks, across my crack, and furth...r down the back of my thigh. With every movement his hand made down my cheeks, my thong inched down a little more. We just kept kissing and kissing, his lips felt so soft against mine.I realized that my thong was now sitting at the bottom of my cheeks. I was aware that, if the back was down that far; the front must be down a little more than they. She met me one night at her second job where she is a bartender for in one of my restaurants. She had met plenty guys before working there, but she wasn't interested in dating. She is working on a goal, and the last thing she needed is to hook up with anyone. In fact, knowing she would only be there temporarily kept her from even wanting to meet anyone, but there was something about me that attracted her, one of the waitress's told her I owned the restaurant along with several others in North. Kuch dino bad ek anjan number se muje phone aaya. Me khus ho gaya kyo ki sam ne se poonam bat kar rahi thi, mene kaha kya bhabhi aap to muje bhool gaye. To poonam ne bolo agar tumhe bhuli hoti to phone kyo karti, poonam boli meri frd ki ek help kar ni hai, unka kuch saman kahi le jana hai, to tumhari help chahiye, mene kaha kya bhabhi aap ke liye koi mana hai kya..To bhabhi ne muje address diya ki aaj shjam ko tum isi address per chale aane, mene kaha thik hai, Sham ko me us address per gaya to. She lay beside me and kissed me deeply. Then, she whispered in my ear: “Fuck me some more. I need you to fuck me hard. I need you to fuck me in my cunt again, and possibly in my ass, just like you used to do.” That sounded great, but there was a problem. I was fifty-six, I had just had the biggest orgasm of the past decade, and my cock was rapidly shriveling. I couldn’t get it up with a hydraulic pump, and I told her as much. “What the fuck!” she shouted. “For the past ten years, you have.