She began to respond right away, saying "It's been 18 years since Ralph died. I've not been with a man since then!" I continued to massage her nipples... as I leaned forward and slid my tongue into her mouth. She does not have dentures, as I discovered. She began to suck my tongue after having it plunging in and out of her mouth. I released her tits from my hands, and reached around her backside. Now massaging her ass cheeks, I was beginning to sprout wood. I pressed my groin against her belly,. That touch, those fingertips over the gentle skin of your wrists. At first it's only that - a static touch - but then it begins moving, flowing, tracing down your palm, leaving a trail of energy. By the time it's gone back up to your wrists, the tingling has already sunk underneath your skin, gnawing to your bones, seizing in its teeth. Fingers wrap wide around your arms in agonizing slowness, quickly followed by that paralyzing grip that has already caught every part of your arms, from below. There is so much cheating on taxes the IRS doesn't go after the small fry for prosecution anymore. It is the big cheats who wind up in our courtrooms. It is just the opposite for audits. The big guys have a bevy of tax attorneys fighting the IRS on everything so the IRS now audits the middle class because they fold under IRS pressure. Bank robbers were always a fun prosecution because anyone who robs a bank is stupid as well as dangerous. Banks have the most sophisticated anti-robbery systems. . But it felt so good. 'Get up faggot' the intruder lifts me up and lays on the bed himself. He starts to take off all of his clothes, just leaving his mask and gloves on. Christ Mike has a fucking hot body, I definitely knew it was him as I recognised the tattoos. 'Sit on my face, faggot' I tried to do as I was told, but with my hands bound from behind I did struggle to get on the bed properly. I was then dragged up with my ass positioned over Mike's face. Mike's tongue is inside me again,.