Wait a minute. There was a fuzzy memory of one of her son’s friends copping a feel on her tush at the sink when she was mixing some more drinks. B...t the youth had not followed through. She wondered if her husband had made any passes at some of the women last night. He was a notorious flirt but seldom made any serious attempt to go any further; at least while she was around. Last night was a very liberated occasion though, perhaps he had chanced it. There was certainly a period where she. With as much authority as I could muster, caught in this vulnerable position, I whispered: “I know you are there.” There was no response. Then, as if an apparition, I saw a hand crossing over my shoulder as if to caress me. Gripping it fiercely, I spun around and stared directly into the face of the intruder; the blood draining from my face as I saw who it was. “My, my. Aren’t you forceful?” She purred. Disarmed by her words, stung by her mockery, I merely grimaced in return. Lucinda. The. I am so sorry, Denise. Is there anything I can do to help?” said Rodney Pollard.“I don’t think so, sir. She lost her left leg and her arm below the elbow,” she said. “Kinda like your Mister Clausen I guess. It’s very bad, sir. And, if that were not enough, her husband is divorcing her. Found his soulmate or so the asshole claims. I mean she hasn’t got enough to deal with without her husband of ten years screwing her over! She’s kinda down on men anymore.”The look on the face of the man was. A few amount of blood began to drip out of her now completely deflowered vagina. I felt myself lucky to deflower a virgin like bindu. I was breathing heavy and sweating too. She started moving her hand on my hair and said ‘oh dear that was the best fuck’. After two minutes we got up and cleaned ourselves i washed my lund in the camode and she sat on bed and jism started oozing from her cunt, bindu said “arun, you fuck like a horse and you cum like a horse. We were fucking for more than an hour.