There was no way possible I could do anything to attract her attention. All I could do was lay there. Yes, it was a her; I could smell the faint scent...of hair spray and perfume. I began to be able to pick out the sounds of her sobbing. I hope it wasn't for me.Hell I was 93 years old and it was probably my time to go.I heard another person enter the room, "How's he doing? Any sign of recovery from the stroke?" asked a female voice. It sounded like a professional so I assumed it was a. She thought about her first, her brother's big rod. This one was a lot better and it was still growing."Maybe later, Jim," she said as she pulled away and picked up a towel from the stack, a bit frightened by the size of his weapon.He followed her, eager and dripping.As she worked on her curly hair he moved in behind her and spread her feet, laying his wide ram on her butt crack and then sliding it down and inward. "Can you feel it?" he asked as his massive horn slipped between her sleek thighs. And there were restrictions on the hours that you could be out driving. I guess they still wanted to control the lives of teens for as long as possible.25 May 2019Help! I’ve hurt my best friend and I don’t know what I’ve done or how to fix it! I don’t know what to do.We were in the cafeteria Friday and I was griping about my Business Plan project. I’d been marked down for having wasted space in my office specification with men’s and women’s restrooms. The present style was individual ‘unisex’. We went over that evening and met Jane his wife,she was well hung in the breast area and i could see hubby wanted to fuck her but,was it to be ?A few hours later when the drink took affect James and i started to talk about the showers.I dont know why i said it but i mentioned his robe blowing to the side to which he replied "see anything you liked"I didnt know how Jane would take it but i thought to myself "Fuck it i want his cock".I told him what id seen and Jane said "Well your lucky wish i.