He was a tall man, maybe as high as six-four or five. A big man too,probably two hundred to two hundred fifty pounds. He had greyish-whitehair and a...perfectly coiffed beard to match. His skin was tanned, andhis cheeks were rosy.He was wearing jeans, and a sweater, and a huge opened top coat, from hisshoulders all the way down to his toes, trimmed in fur.He had big feet.He had the world's biggest smile.His eyes lit up when he saw mine, and he started chuckling, the deepestmost satisfying. "I turned from the window and looked at my mischievously smiling daughter. "Tracy, the only bible I've read is the blues bible." His wife turned in to a pillar of salt." She tried to jar a memory that had never been learned. "They thought they were the only people left on the earth." She had her feet propped up on the coffee table opposite the couch bending her knees as she swayed them back an forth, open and closed. Her dress started to inch up her legs revealing more of her nylon covered. Robert had done his homework; they were handsome and exciting, rugged with good, hard bodies. Marty had a nicely trimmed beard, Dutch was clean shaven. She smiled warmly at them. "Marty," she stepped forward and shook his hand They both grinned nervously at her, their hunger evident in their eyes roving over her body.Flicking a glance to Robert, she nodded imperceptibly in approval. He stifled a grin."Okay guys, are you all set?" Robert asked, lightly clapping his hands."Sure." Dutch smiled. So the die was cast and I changed tack and slid easily into her soft pink tunnel until she was royally skewered on my member. She protested my initial insertion with a yelp but in all honesty I believed it just a token protest and not a serious objection.Her parts welcomed me, moist and willing I would have said, and anyway I reasoned that as she was a whore being paid by Lucinda so her every part should have been available for use.My balls slapped against her as I pistoned my well extended.