She pressed the power button. “It’s been running very slowly of late. Seems to have been getting progressively worse. I haven’t been able to ...se it for 2 weeks. By the way would you like a drink? I’ve got wine,” she continued. “A glass of white will hit the spot,” I replied as I watched the laptop boot up and tried to catch any system messages on the screen. Bev headed off to what I guessed was the kitchen. She returned to find me still waiting for the laptop to arrive at the log on. I took a cab to my friend's apartment to somewhat conceal myself from wandering eyes, but alas, when I got out even in the steps to his building I still got heckled by a few couples who catcalled and whistled in mock appreciation. I smiled and nodded at their efforts, which only made it all the better. And yes, it gave me a bit of a thrill to know that people were making the effort, knowing I hadn't.The doorman nodded at me, hiding his smile, so even the paid help wasn't taking it too. .." he grunts softly as he continues to push in so, so slowly, panting just a bit "you're so fucking tight!"He slides his hand from her cunt and moves it back to her ass... both hands spreading the cheeks tightly to watch his cock ease in to the stretching pink hole... marking its progress with another groan as she lays there just shocked and with the pain starting fresh from that soft stroking pleasure.. she gasps and hollers "DADDY!! HURTS!!" a mew like a demented, wounded a****l as she takes. It was pretty tough hiking. The undertaker was getting more and more nervous. I could see that he was out of his element. Father John was a trooper, aged as he was.When we reached the entrance to the cave I stopped and said to the undertaker, "Okay we are going to have to crawl aways uphill. Then we are going to enter into a cave where we can stand upright. The only problem with the cave is if you speak or make any sound the noise will be magnified and deafen you. We have to go around the edge.