” I wasn’t wearing panties, of course.“That’ll work. Find a girl or a guy, show off for them... make a date if you can,” you added.I looked ...round when I came back from the ladies' room. Of course, all the guys were gawking. I mean, I’m not a young chicken (and there are usually a few in there) but I have to say I don’t look bad for fifty-seven. And I had a mask on of course, so all they were really looking at was a woman with short blonde/grey hair, small-busted but with a good ass and legs.. " Then why did you squeeze them?" she asked. "That felt really good too, by the way." Don't do this to me, Mandy," he groaned."You really meant all that stuff," she said. "Didn't you." Her tone of voice made it wound more like a statement than a question."What stuff?" he asked, feeling panic eating at his control. She wasn't acting like a scared little girl. She wasn't even agreeing with him!"That I'm beautiful ... and that you might not be able to control yourself ... all that stuff I thought. Which was a bad mistake. He came up to me and slapped me across my face. My tiny cock was fully erect all the way up to 3 inches and there was a wet spot of precum on my underwear. 'I asked you to strip bitch. NOW'I quickly took off my underwear to reveal my tiny erection. And the same response I get every single time. 'Haha... That is one small dick boy. I don't think we should even call it a dick. Mine was bigger than that when I was 10'I just kept staring down at the floor. He came up and. If St. Michael and his Angels were fighting Satan and his army I had just been shot. What side I was on I didn’t care. The amount of semen may not have been as much as the pony had shot into me but the brute upon my back was using his cock buried inside me to much better effect. And I could tell this wild animal was enjoying it too. His panting was loud and his drool was copious. My hair and neck was being soaked with his slippery slime.His furious pounding had been to my advantage. The force.