He was probably 52 about 20 years my senior which was an added plus in my book. This is when I surprised even myself and replied, “I don’... know about in my salad, but I sure enjoy fucking the longer ones better.” The look on his face and in his eyes was priceless. He looked like a cat that had just swallowed a canary. I was kind of surprised I said it too but I did, so I figured he and I should just go with the flow. We chatted there in the produce section for a bit and made the typical. Without a word he took my hand and pulled me into house. I wonder what I had gotten myself into. He lead me into his living room, pointing to sofa, he said “Sit” young lady. I started to talk but he cut me off, saying, “you’re here to listen and do as your told, not to speak”, he said.I nodded yes. “Good, then you sit here and wait, someone else is here”, he said as he left the room. I was wondering what the hell was going on, but something keep sitting there I felt as if I was glued to that. ‘I remember taking them out of the cupboard and putting them in the bag.’ ‘Maybe they fell out of the bag when you put it in the car,’ Kay said. ‘I’ll go out to the garage and look.’ ‘I’ll go,’ Frankie said. ‘You don’t have to.’ Kay shook her head. ‘You work on the meatloaf,’ she said, starting for the door. ‘I’ll get the breadcrumbs out of the car. If they’re not there, I’ll run out to the store at Mott’s Landing and get a can.’ She opened the door, went out, walked across the driveway, and. I stood up and found Jeff sitting kinda laid back with his rock hard cock standing up like a rocket ready to blast off. He put some lube in his hand and stroked his cock a few time then said turn around, I turned around and he grabbed my hips and slowly pulled me back on to his cock. At first I could fell some discomfort but he added some more lube and it felt like my wifes huge black dildo which I have fucked several times before. He was guiding me up and down as I was getting use to him.