They sent me some pix of them and I could hardly wait for the time to arrive!Finally, I left for their house and took my bike instead of my car. I arr...ved at the time told and both men answered the door. They were much older than me, probably the same age as my dad. At this point, I wanted cock so bad I could hardly wait so I introduced myself and they let me inside. The place was nice and neat and that made me feel much better about doing this. One of the men told me to follow him to the. Miss Amore asked, “So! Do you approve?”I stuttered as I said, “Oh…yes!”Miss Amore said that it was time to get back to work. She stared right at the lump in my pants when I stood up. I was surprised that I even noticed since I too was staring at her crotch. She climbed the ladder a couple of steps until her ass was right in my face. She paused a moment to me have a better view, I think. Then she climbed to the top and started dusting again. I liked the view a whole lot better now but Miss Amore. Over the next few days, we went out – to the local, to see a film, or an exhibition at the Millennium Galleries; she wanted to visit Kelham Island industrial museum. A few times she went to visit old friends, but there weren't many left in the city; most were scattered all over the country, in a few cases, all over the world. Some were dead; I was shocked to hear a couple of her closest school friends, bright people with everything to live for, had committed suicide; a couple more dead thanks. And tight. Incredibly tight. She moaned and shifted her hips, and he looked for any sign he might be really hurting her."Don't stop," she panted, "please don't stop. I need all of it."She did too. She looked down as, stroke after stroke, his length slowly disappeared into her body. She wasn't deep enough to take all of him, but knew that she'd stretch and hoped it would be enough. It wasn't, but by that time she didn't care and neither did he. The entire experience of fucking her was amazing to.