Time – and years of workouts – had been good to her and she knew it full well. There were a lot of women her age who would kill to have her figure... And she had to hide it. Or did she? She looked at the label and the price tag. Kayla stared. Size eight. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘there’s nobody here to laugh at me if I try it on.’ It was only a bikini, not a backless gown, a cute bikini something like – no, pretty similar to the one that she’d been wearing in a pretty nice little dream and just her. Iremembered the car crash and the driver of the other vehicle runningaway, I remembered that I'd been able to somehow pull the door to thesedan open, and I remembered stupidly crawling into the car to try andget the driver out. What happened after that? Everything had happened sofast it was hard to really remember other than flashes. Obviously I'dgotten him out of the car because I could remember how badly he'd beenhurt in the accident. The nurse had told me that he was completelyunhurt but I. Biting my lip, I watched myself being filled again, this time feeling every contour of that giant tip because there was no condom to smooth its entry. I whimpered as his rigid shaft once again muscled into the depths of my tight pussy until his fat belly covered my tiny frame and I could no longer see anything.The bed was hard with little give, meaning the penetration was even deeper this time as I had nowhere to go. Being fucked doggy style had allowed me to move forward when I felt his cock. ...not this time. They got into the back area. We had it made up comfly just for something like this to happen. My wife opened up her blouse, hiked up her dress.The young black man dropped his pants down and my wife lowered her head, opened her mouth and licked his cock hard.I got out my cell phone (and my cock) and between jerking myself off took pictures. I wanted memories of this in case it never happened again.I saw the guys hand reach between my wife’s thighs and she responded by moving.