He was old enough to remember when the old factory employed most of his schoolmates’ parents. The Christmas bonuses were the fuel that added the glo... to the windows of the downtown stores—happier times. It seemed that in those days all things were possible. He shook his head again. They thought the good times were forever. No one had worried enough.By the time he realized that he’d been walking and thinking without even looking at the structure as he passed by, he was at the back of the factory. “Are you ready to get fucked? “I thought that was what we were doing!” He laughed and shoved his dick back inside me. It did hurt a little, but it wasn't as bad as before. In fact, I liked the way it felt to be dominated by him. He slammed his fat dick in and out of me over and over, and I could feel and hear his balls slapping against my ass. It was fantastic. After about ten minutes it was starting to feel weird. It had been such an intense and unfamiliar sensation that part of me wanted it. “I have to ask”, started Isabelle, “Have you continued with women after Geneviève ?”There was some hesitation. Then Annie finally answered.“There was a long period of time when I didn’t have any sex at all. Maybe two years. Then when I became a dress maker, I found out there was a lesbian network. There are many lesbians of all ages in this work. I found partners in other cities, even in Paris. I had sex with different women twice a month on average but nobody from here or Vichy.”, blurted. I finally slid that finger inside her and she clamped her legs shut holding me deep inside her. I wiggled my finger every direction and waited until she released my hand from her thigh's clutches. She was already leaking juice down to her ass so when I added another finger it slid in easily. I started fingering her faster but not radically enough to show the motion under the blanket. I felt the hem of her top rise up and knew Danny was going for her own tits. My dick was rock hard and neglected.