Do you always go commando or is this something you did just for me?” Ann asked from the doorway.“Never go commando but figured it would be fewer c...othes to take off tonight,” he said as he put his jeans on top of his tee shirt, and his shoes under the chair. When he was finished he turned around, giving Ann a good view of his semi-erection.Her friend Jasmine had bragged about how big and thick Will was but she thought Jasmine was just bragging and he was really just mediocre. Seeing him. Apparently, the whole village was nothing short of a care-home for the sexually needy. Nobody seems to know how it started, though someone she called The Mad Major seems to have a lot to do with sustaining it. The Major and his wife are the only couple involved: Helping Hands is for singles, some divorce survivors but primarily widows and widowers. Teresa said that she and Spencer had knowing nothing of it, but soon after the funeral Major and Mrs made a call and issued the. I was starting to panic, as I thought she might be having a heart attack or something to that effect, and that's when I looked down.Her ankles. Oh God, her ankles were slashed. There were so many cuts on them I couldn't count them all. Most were open, with blood pooling around her as she still did not respond. I tried to ask why, but the question died in my voice. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. Something was wrong, everything was wrong, she was just fine moments ago. One of the event. While her legs were trembling she whispered “if I knew it could be this good I wouldn't be moving”.She then let out a long growl before laying her head back down on my shoulder and muffled “fuck”. Fuck we did , for the next 15 minutes I moved my hands down to her ass pulling her back against my cock as she pulled out. We had a nice rhythm going with her sliding easier along my cock , the sounds of her juices being pushed out was erotic. Between her orgasms Barbra would ask me why Dee didn’t.