I don’t hear anything from my brother, not a word, the only sound that floats to my ear is the scuttling of feet as someone lines up behind me. I lo...k to the side, at an old painting hung up on the wall. I Imagine its my grandad that’s lining his cock up to my entrance, I was wet despite the situation as the cock burrows into me. No finesse or skill involved just a push in. my tears begin to flow quickly as I hear a soft moan, a youthful moan escapes the lips of the man who was penetrating me.. A little about me I am 6' and weigh 220 none of which is muscle I shave my head and have a ABC (average black cock). One night Kathy called me upset about one of her daughters and she was drunk as usual and was parked in front of my house. "I'm coming in, open the door," she slurred. I opened my door and she stumbled in undoing her pants and mumbling about having to pee. I went into my living room and sat down, I heard her when she came out of the bathroom with out her pants. There she was. My first spurts up her tight channel of love were matched by her moaning sounds of feminine satisfaction and I knew she was part of me at that moment like an extension of flesh and bone. My errant finger slipped off one of her ass cheeks right up into her pulsating rear door and she looked up into my eyes with that same degree of lust that signaled her accord with some future use of her alternate entryway.The sound of the door opening behind us caused us to stop and look and see that it was one. .. Do what? Make me feel like a slut? To make me shed my prudish mien? To force me to see myself as something sexual? Something other than a baby-making, frumpy old housewife?Panic crept in as I neared the store. Flipping on the directional, I swerved my car into a severe U-turn. Cars around me honked. Wheels squealed. Drivers cursed -- I think they did anyway. It's hard to tell since my windows are raised. The turn completed, and my car firmly positioned in traffic, I headed for home. The.