"My voice trailed off as I saw Gary Fields and Phil Bondi with Sheila Tarkin behind them glowering at me. Phil growled, "Not such a big mouth anymore ...o you, Wally? Oh yes, we found out who you are. I always thought you were a sissy, now you've gone and proved it."Gary added, "And you had to report us to the Police for the rape of that skunk girl, didn't you?" She's a badger," I protested involuntary."Whatever," said Sheila. "Just beat this freak up and move on to the other one.I backed up. ”“I moved back and forth over that place a couple of times sort of like you do for Ma, and Alice said that it felt great, but she wanted me to go in as far as I could get. I quit fooling around and pushed in the rest of the way. Alice squealed again, but not so loud, when I bumped into her nubbin with my crotch.“That much penetration felt so good that I just stopped once I was in as far as I could go just so I could feel all of that around my cock. I did not stay there long because Alice got. I thought at the age of 45 that I didn't look too bad for my age. Not much was sagging south and I still had a nice pert butt.As I lifted my head, I just heard him say "fuck it". Next minute he was kissing me so deeply, his tongue playing with mine and tasting me. It was sheer heaven. My hands seemed to move of their own accord. I couldn't stop running them over his chest and back. My hands eventually found the buttons on his jacked and I opened them, then sliding my hands inside; meeting his. Of course she’d seen him at shows, and around school but, it was the night of a fair when he let loose and went all out on the stage, when something hit her. Never before had he looked so damn good. Rick was the bass player for one of the local bands that Cara was into, he had short blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes and was a good 6′ and around 210 pounds of muscle. His broad shoulders and gentle demeanor set him apart from the rest of the crowd, he wasn’t the norm when it came to band members.