Stan was around all the time. He and my mother weren’t living together, but it was a near thing. I think the only reason they weren’t is that I ha... no place to go. Stan was a retired army captain (I wasn’t shocked) and now was just living off his pension and disability. He’d injured his knee doing something heroic I’m sure. I hadn’t asked, though I’m pretty sure he told me at dinner the next night. He and my mother had met through some support group for windows and widowers. I had no idea my. Other than this newfound feeling of fullness, she was left with curiosity, as it felt like string or something was still hanging out of her. The mans fingers returned to manipulating the soft flesh, quickly finding its target and the hood it was hiding behind. The electrical feeling running through her scared and tense body was racheted up to a shock as the strange fingers pulled back the hood and brushed across her clit. Melissas mind was momentarily distracted as shivers went through her. Was he going to fuck my ass? He though slowly becoming aroused and fearing the thought at the same time. He started to scream his mistress’s name in the gag again pleading for her to come. The black man left returning with Kary, her whip in hand, the man carrying her special box of toys. Angel moaned in relief seeing her. She sat on the bed her pussy in his face. She untied his gag and he moaned in approval, knowing she did not want him to speak just yet. She spread her naked pussy lips for him. He held her leggings at the waist on both sides and taking hold of her waistline and panties; he pulled them down under her ass. He backed away from the pressure on her legs and in one swift motion he pulled her pants and panties completely off."Oh my God! What are you doing?" The words did not come out as they meant to. She could hardly speak and too weak to fight. She put her hands over her pussy to cover up, but she was excited to be exposed to him like this. She had fantasies about men in.