He was slim, but not skinny; I couldn’t really see his height although he didn’t look hugely tall. His physique was well toned for a man of his ag... and I assume from that he probably works out. Up one arm he had a tribal tattoo. I reached from his wrist all the way up his arm and across his shoulder; this I think was the most surprising thing about him. With his smart suit and tidy haircut the tattoo just didn’t seem to fit. Then he went out of view, into the en suite.I waited a moment but he. I only gave him blow jobs, we never have had sex before. So i didnt want to..and Steven even though he was younger then me, he was much stronger.. 10x more stronger. He yanked my boxers down so hard that they even ripped. And he licked his hand and rubbed it on the head of his huge cock. And he tried to stick it in me. But like i said, we had never had suck before.. So it was like trying to stick a cucumber into a whole the size of a dime. He tried and tried, but the head of his cock, wouldnt. This time he felt super tight and she cried out wildly as her lawn pro plowed into her at a very brisk pace. His hands on her hips held her and kept her from jumping or bouncing away as she bucked and climaxed with a very intense orgasm. He spasmed and gasped and grunted as he came hard inside of her convulsing rippling pussy. Both of them collapsed forward on the bed, dripping with sweat and breathing hard as if they had run a marathon race. He rolled off of her gasping for air as she lay. He looked perplexed and for a moment itlooked like he realized that there was something strange going on, butit quickly passed. He shrugged his shoulders and slapped me on theback. "It just isn't," he said. "See you later."As I drove home I contemplated the bag sitting next to me. Was itreally that bad carrying a purse? It could carry a lot more than mypants and jacket. No one else even seemed to even give it a secondglance; it was just normal to them. I figured what the hell, I carry.