‘Just give me a hand.’ Grasping the edge of the mattress, Melissa was guiltily aware that she was unable to do little more than steer as Matt lugg...d it into the living room. After manoeuvring it into position between the settee and the coffee table, he collapsed on top of it with a groan. ‘Hell. I need to get to the gym.’ Melissa couldn’t agree. She remembered the effortless way he’d plucked her up from the driveway when she’d fallen, had felt the rock hard muscles of his abdomen when he’d held. I always wore my long frizzy blonde hair back in a plait and wore as my uniform a long grey skirt and frumpy sweatshirt. One bright sunny day, Daddy came into the office in a navy blue suit looking all cheerful and dapper about something. ‘Clarie, honey, make more of an effort of your appearance. A great latin ballroom dancer is coming to teach ballroom dancing, isn’t this exciting?’ ‘Erm.. when is this?’ I asked. I adjusted my glasses on the bridge of my nose. ‘Today. I told you ages ago that. One could call her mutton dressed as lamb. But not me by a long way, I adore chubby old women showing off all they have to offer. Covering her lovely flabby belly her skirt was a flared number finishing about four inches above the knee. Beneath the almost transparent blouse her 34 DD tits (with extremely long chunky nipples surrounded by very dark areolas) rested on top of a miniscule balcony bra. She was ready for action too, it seemed.As it was a bright sunny afternoon, Doris suggested with. She could see Fiona was aroused, her hand was still holding her nephews cock, moving slowly up and down its length.“Oh fuck it,” she thought, “I need a fuck, and I’m going to have one. He’s not my fucking nephew.”Ellie reached up, and took Fiona’s hand away from Tony’s cock. Fiona hadn’t realised she was still holding the cock, she was coming again. She felt disappointed that Ellie was ending it. What she wouldn’t do for a fuck, when was the last time? She was thirty four, as was Ellie. Ellie.