I was working in the city far away from my hometown when the ongoing lockdown was imposed. My job was to sell low quality household appliances to gull...ble housewives who wanted a stranger’s attention on their loose slutty figure.The hostel I stayed in was closed, so I had to go to my widow aunt’s house which was the only place of accommodation at the time of sudden standstill.My 49-year-old buxom aunt (on my mother’s side) had lost her lousy husband who was an alcoholic. She lived in a shabby. A large white popsicle. Even through his narrowly opened eyes, he could not recognize it to be of any flavour he knew. He reached inside and pulled it out. It was cold and completely white. Lines of water melted off the sides and dripped to the floor. He observed it minutely in front of his face before letting the tip of his tongue graze along the edge. He tasted water, with the faintest hint of something else. Intrigued, he let his tongue wrap around the ice, trying to discern what the faint. Matt was stunned. “Fuck it,” he thought, pulling Carla to him and motioning to his hard cock.“Fuck it or suck it?” she asked.In answer, he pushed her onto her back and pulled her panties aside. Thrusting into her, Matt fucked the shit out of Carla. Sue joined them, pulling her panties off and sitting on Carla’s face. The three of them were worked up and came quickly. Once they came, Sue and Carla stripped and started in on each other. Matt went back to the video. He told himself that he wanted. Seriously. I felt as if I constantly needed to manually close my jaw, it was so slack. ‘Well thank you!’ she said, not shying away from my gaze at all. Her comfort in this state was very appealing to me – she was comfortable in her skin, but it was more than that. She enjoyed being seen – not objectified, but rather, appreciated. A few seconds of observation on my part confirmed what I had suspected throughout our time together online: this woman knows who she is (and is happy with that.