" I stammer. She looks at me confused. "So I can give you my number silly, so you can get me that cup of Joe later." I feel my mind go blank and my he...rt drop, then they both go into overdrive.I quickly pull out my cell almost dropping it in the process, we exchange numbers, I sound like a virgin schoolboy, but I don't care. "Well hopefully I'll see you soon, maybe tomorrow?" she asks, with a coy smile playing around her lips. "Um, yea sure. I'll, uh text you the details to let you know." "Well. .you fuck me she grabbed hold of the couch i grabbed her shoulders,that lovely butt began slapping against my legs"there we go look at that booty jigglin urghh just like that that's when you know I'm gettin up in it!"i exclaimed. dylan looked back at me"harder nail me you brown dicked bastard fuck me want me to spell it for you?" she exclaimed i started bangin' away at her doin dylan doggy i knew i was workin her over she put her head down"omg ohh my god omigod please please just -" she. "Yes. Why?" "That explains all those wrinkles - ma'am. Good thing you're fat, or it would be a lot worse. A good moisturizing cream might help - a little." My heart sank. Bracing my hands on my sore back, I shuffled to the mirror. I jiggled all over. As my eyes saw the new me, I began to sob softly as the reality of my life hit me. They were turning me into a fat, old woman. As I stared at my ruined body the doctor mentioned that now that I was middle-aged my husband could decide to have me. Kicking away his jeans, Stanley stood erect, dropped his boxers to the floor, and displayed his hardened penis. It stood gloriously before her eyes, lurching and oozing with every stroke of Stanley’s palm.?I wanna get the boring parts out of the way first,? Stanley cooed, working his way around the bed toward the table of horrors on the other side. ?Then we’ll get to the real fun.??Please! Stop!? Kelsea squealed, absent-mindedly allowing her tone to raise. ?Stop this! I don’t know what you want.