The cabby got in and in some mideastern accent so thick I could hardly understand him said ‘O’Hare?’ ‘What airline?’ ‘Continental’ I rep...ied curtly, ‘and try to make I quick, I have a 3 o’clock flight.’ I sat back in the cab as he pulled away from the curb and into the late Friday afternoon traffic. I cursed under my breath, as I could tell by the way we were moving that I would never make my flight. My mind began to drift to Jennifer. I smiled and closed my eyes, and I could see her with that. .. But how could I not? It was the pantyhose...I'd been out of the house running errands. Sarah, my daughter, was away at band camp and I had the place to myself. Her deadbeat father had left years before and I'd found myself settling into the single life with some relish.I returned home around four and dropped the groceries off in the kitchen, then I wandered into the den to have a well earned sit down. And there she was, as large as life, sitting on the couch and looking as though butter. She was about 5’10 in height and her body was perfect, she had a figure of 34-28-34 and fair, she wore a one piece and showed off her cleavage and thighs, her name was pooja (name changed) After getting drunk she asked me if I wanted to go for a walk and so did we go, later when we went for a walk she started getting close to me in the lift and held my hand, then while walking she started talking about her fantasies and gave me hints, then we came back to the party and we saw a few people. I sat on the floor catching my breathe when again my head was pulled back and a cock was shoved down my throat. I was so surprised I choked on it. The cock fucked my face hard and deep. Suddenly it was pulled out and hands turned me around. There was the owner of the club. He pushed me back hard and I fell backwards on the bed. Ne jumped after me and rammed his hard cock in my raw fucked cunt. He slapped me and spitted in my face. “Fucking whore! You filthy slut! I’m going to fuck you half dead.