The old man could feel her hot muscles gripping, like he was pushing his finger between two squeezed balloons. He tried to bend them and Michelle gave...another grunt her head still looking seductively back over her shoulder. He pressed in more firmly. The flesh yielded a little until his fingers became frustrated they could travel no further. Oh Michelle do you like that? You feel so tight and hot. The blonde tart didnt answer, instead just gave another sensuous groan. Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! He. It was at this point I felt I deserved a reward. I had always wanted a sailboat, and regularly crewed at a neighbouring yacht club. A beautiful 37 ft sloop became available when the owner up north fell on hard times, and it was going for a ridiculously low price. What I haven’t mentioned is that I live in Florida and the condos were located in a three story building with only 6 units per floor. The building was directly on the intercoastal, three blocks from the beach, and had a courtyard with. Something you should know is I take a sleep aid at night and had drank a few glasses of wine so I was out. Well he says he spit on his hand and rubbed me from the top of my pussy to my asshole and started to play. He says that I would reach back and hit his hand every few minutes. At one point I looked at him and said what in the hell are you doing. lol I don't remember that at all. Anyway he said he rolled over left me the way I was and started trying to go back to sleep. He decided however,. "Um ... ahh..." I stammered, trying desperately to dredge up the fumes of my empty suave and debonair tank. "I need a Bandit door," I blurted.She looked confused ... and wary. "You want a door that will keep bandits out?"She had really nice eyes, even if they were squinting at me like I was some kind of mental case."No!" I dug myself in deeper. "So he can come and go as he pleases."She took a step back. "You want robbers in your house ... whenever they want to be there."It was plain, now, that.