She wished that she had a man like Chuck in her life. She frowned thinking that instead of a Chuck, she had Dale. Susan had a gentleman and she had a ...ervert."Yes. I was looking for an apartment, but thought that maybe Chuck and I would start looking for a house instead," Susan said. Between her savings and his savings they had more than enough for a down payment on a nice sized house. It wouldn't be a mansion or anything, but it would be large enough for the two of them and the couple of kids. As I'd gone down the stairway into his basement, the first thing I noticed was how dank it smelled, like the way old house basement always seem to smell; like mildew, and slightly damp, raw cement. It was a kind of creepy ambience, to be honest, but by then I was also so horny, that even the dungeon-like quality of the guys basement didn't dampen my need for a good blow job; and he had said he gave great head---so there was!As I saw the blank, unpainted plywood panel with the glory hole. I reached up to stroke her hair as a wave of tenderness washed over me, while still slowly moving gently in and out of her. In a moment her internal muscles clutched at me again, and her arms tightened around me as she shuddered through an aftershock. She looked back at me and gave a little puff of feigned wonder and exhaustion, but then clenched on me again as another spasm took her.Now I was aware of her body beginning to reshape itself as separate from mine, and felt the edge of the table. The seventy-year old still attractive female with impressive non-sagging nipples spread the teenaged Sandy’s pretty cheeks and liberally covered her ass crack and her rectal channel with gobs of melting lubrication to make the experiment as pleasant as possible for the nervous volunteer.The mature woman seemed to enjoy gaping the young girl’s rear door and at one point had all four fingers of one hand inside her sphincter. A nervous sweat broke out on Sandy’s forehead and she took one last.