I heard the springs cry out for mercy when we sat on her bed. Her jiggly jelly rolls fought a gruesome battle when she bounced around excited that a m...n was there to see her. Her tongue engulfed my face before I could even speak. It had obviously been a while for her since she skipped small talk and frantically pulled down her grey stained sweat pants. I bravely plunged my fingers between her razor burned legs, yet the mountains of fat rolls made it almost impossible to figure out which hole. I shivered at the image, except Carol was not peeling the towel off Susan, it was off me. What would I have done? Slapped her hand away? Not likely, her size and strength intimidated me, even more her towering self-confidence, would I have just let her undress me and touch me? My cheeks were burning red hot and I scrambled in my mind for some other image. I found myself slipping off the stool and grabbed the table to push myself back, the second bottle was empty, I slipped a third and picked up. It was becoming clear that his underwear held most of his brain, and he was definitely no Einstein. "Well, Mr. Olsen, it seems your crew has discovered the fruitcake I mailed Priority Air to a friend in Portsmouth the week before Christmas." F... Fruitcake?" "Yes Mr. Olsen, fruitcake. A different type than are most of the postal workers, but a fruitcake nonetheless. Now if you will quit wasting my time, I have work to do." I managed to pry my fanny out of the chair, and gave him a panty shot as. Getting on his knees, he pulled down Debbies panties, being careful not to move her legs too much. Once they were off, very unceremoniously he, stuck his cock into her cunt, slowly and deeply, then began fucking the passed out Debbie. He was fucking her good and hard, with her fingers still in her mouth, her moans became more audible. Tom, was getting close to orgasm, and he got a little rougher with her, using her as a fuck toy. As Debbie began to come to, she realized she was being fucked,.