Once I had come back from a party at my friend’s place late night on a Sunday at about 2am.when I stood outside my door and was going to open the do...r then I heard that they both wear doing it and she was a lot loud and felt like she was having a lot of fun. my dick rose up and saluted the fuck they where doing and felt like what would it be to be inside her sweet pussy. Then helplessly I opened the door went straight to my room and shagged hard thinking about her. Next day, when her husband. Both men looked the age of her parents. Or maybe older. It was hard to say, because her parents were intellectuals, office workers, and these guys were strong, hard working, car mechanics. She never felt so small with anybody. Each of their hands was the size of her scull. They had grease stains on their hands, and cloths, Sam had thick leather belt with some tools, and both of them had heavy black shoes. She remembered these shoes quite well from their last encounter.--- "Spread 'em" --- Sam. I heard her mumble Mmmmm pancakes before I heard a faint snore.We arrived at the hilton, I followed her instructions to the letter, pulling into the under ground parking structure I found a freight elevator, I parked and gathered up the bags of food, I popped the trunk and walked around. Sunny was curled in a ball sleeping, I carefully picked her up while holding the food, she latched on to me mumbling, she felt like she weighted nothing yet she had punched a hole in my cars back seat, I shook. She slipped out of the swing. She knew she would be getting one for herself. She hiked up her skirt and wrapped the harness around her. With the straps tight and ready for use, Wanda lowered her skirt. She smirked since you could barely see the dong poking out at the end of the skirt. A hidden danger, she thought. She gingerly walked over to the registers where Betty was at. Betty noticed her moving towards her, ‘Feeling better?’ ‘No.’ She answered back half heartedly. Wanda was feeling.