The house was dark and damp, it smelt old, cluttered and a tad on the dirty side.He was alone, widowed for some thirty years he said, and lived a life...of frugality and sexual obsession.'You cant be frugal if you purchase a machine like that, then give it away', I challenged, completely unabashed to talk about something to do with me sexually pleasuring myself with.The way he looked at me I sensed the lust he felt, a woman half his age, taller and statuesque, beautiful and sexy, here in his. Sins. How did that go? I'm sure it was terrible.”“It's not all peaches and cream, sir. She can be pretty rough.”“Aw! Did she give your bottom a spanking?”“Not yet, but I'm sure that's coming.”“If I was twenty years younger, I'd gladly take your place. Let you sit in the office all day listening to agents complain about having to fuck beautiful women. Who cares if she's rough!”“It's not her roughness that scares me. She's smart. She knows I'm not just a watchdog.”“Not being a total fuckin idiot. “If you don’t believe me gosee for yourself. They take separate cars, oh and theguy is black, light skinned with a shaved head about6’5″ around 220 pounds.” With that the phone wentsilent. Well it was too late to drive over there today, I wouldhave to wait until next week. I had lost my appetite, Ifelt a sickness and tightening in my stomach. How couldshe do this to me I thought. Vicky and I had beenmarried going on ten years now. I thought we had asound. "Are you ready, baby? Hold on now! Here it comes!" He grabbed his cockand pushed it up tightly against her puckered asshole.Terry forced his huge bulging cock-head harder and harder against hertight asshole, trying desperately to work the head of his hot prick intoher. He grabbed her ass-cheeks and spread them apart, working hisfingers against the yielding flesh of her pretty butt."Damn you're tight! I can't get this fucker in!" Terry grunted, pushingagainst her until his prick was almost bent.