The evening was young. All this time I was in my own easy chair, jerking myself slowly so as to take in all the action and enjoy it. Finally I focused...in on an older couple. He was about sixty and she was around 44. Both had a little gray going on in their hair, both on top and on the carpet, so to speak. He had a nice, hard-on going on, about six inches, and she was old school, with gray pussy pubes, curly as hell, but thinning out. He had about three fingers up her cunt, and she was jerking. “Hello, Bree,” the beautiful vixen spoke. “Come sit at my knee.” Just as a scared person would do, I gave her what she wanted. I let the thought cross my mind of whether to scream, run or go for my phone. Just as I expected, she read my thoughts. “You don’t want to do that. Come.” “Who are you? And why are you in my house?” I asked, making my voice sound stupid. “Someone you don’t want to piss off.” Very slow, I walked over to her, and sank to my knees. With sharp-edged metallic fingernails,. She wants him inside her and places the head against her. She sits up and thrusts the cock inside in one quick motion. She rides the dildo provocatively, pinching and rubbing herself. She loves feeling his cock inside her and wishes briefly that it was real. It only takes a few minutes and the waves build and spread to her limbs. Overwhelmed, she crushes down against the phallus as she imagines him coming with her, inside her.His head is ready to explode. He can’t believe what he’s seeing and. All of the sudden she had an idea. "Why don't we switch tops? Yours would cover it up." Madison, I mean - I don't mind showing a little skin, but I mean - I'm not wearing that top for an entire shift, it's too -" Hannah, what the hell am I going to do?" I was thinking we stop at a different store and buy you a new one. Wouldn't it be hot if you wore something that barely covered up the writing, but showed your belly off a little?"Madison nodded. Hannah was right. It would be hot to go through.