She met me on the street, and led me to her apartment. She told me to come inside and have a seat on her couch. She offered me a glass of water, which...I accepted. She lay next to me on the couch, and was ‘complaining’ of some tense muscles. I asked if she wanted me to massage her muscles, and she said yes. So, I started to massage her shoulders, her backside facing me. It must have felt good, because I heard her moaning a little. I asked if she was okay, and she replied ‘mm-hmm.’ So I. As we eat, I can tell that the new patrons entering can see that we haven't exactly been doing a little shopping after the morning's church service. I think a few even spotted the riding crop lying across my lap, including a mature lady, about sixty, sitting at the next table, openly glaring at me, With the way my chair is turned, she's almost directly in front of me, and I quickly decide that this genteel lady will most definitely become my mealtime entertainment. I began playing with the. . weird. She had only one goal in life and she stuck to it. In a nutshell, she wanted to live in opulence, to spend money without having to do anything to earn it. Instead of playing the luxury whore, she found herself a rich man, a twisted guy of her kind who lets her twiddle her thumbs all day long and gives her all her whims. The other day, her husband yelled at her because the house is not maintained. Of course, there's a housekeeper who comes by once a week, but the old guy just wants my. I would usually think of this hot girl I knew, I would think about her nice tits, and her perfect shaved pussy, but since I wasn’t just jacking off, and since I was fucking my ass I had to think of something a little more gay. I thought of my brother. He is an ex-marine, and a really muscular, sexy man. I could only imagine how big his cock was, and how nice it must be to be able to suck and fuck it. I could only imagine because he was the last person in the world that would do anything.