The sights, sounds and smell are still with me today which brings me to my story.I’m retired and the wife is working part-time and recently the olde...t daughter and family had relocated closer to us. They needed help with the finishing of three bedrooms and a bathroom. I volunteered to go over for several days and help with the construction.I left on Monday and was expected to be there at least until Thursday or Friday. Wednesday evening came around and I called Donna to let her know I would be. Our lips pressed tightly together hungrily taking whatever the other had to offer. Our bodies simply couldn't get close enough. There were no obstacles. There were no boundaries. There were no doubts or second guessing. No time at all for thought or a care to ponder the what ifs. There was absolutely nothing between us and I felt myself slip slowly into her for the first time. I was enveloped by the moist, velvety, slippery silkiness that was Monica and she fit like a glove. A low moan escaped. After an unproductive 10-15 minutes and no action,I dress and leave the store. As I walk out the front door of the store,a man in his 30's is sitting in his car,rolls the window down and ask me if it was dead in there. I tell him yes,that I only had two. He smiled and asked me if I would like another. I get in his car,he drives down to an alley and I go down on him while he is sitting in the driver seat. He grabs the back of my head and forces me down deep on his thick cock. I gag a bit as he. He kept ignoring her breasts, giving her brief doses of eye contact. After spending the major portion of her life feeling annoyed when other men did the opposite, she found herself annoyed with him. She reached up and lifted the dark fall of ringlets off her shoulders, airing her neck and pushing her breasts out. He continued puttering with tools and odd shapes of metal, putting them in some kind of order that probably made sense to him.“I’m not interested in your sculpture.”He nodded. “Well.