Her hips flared wide from her waist, with an ass that was big, round, and slightly heart shaped. It was definitely a head turner. Right now in her yog... pants and her oversized t-shirt, her feet up on the dash in the passenger’s seat, she looked damn near perfection to me.The camping gear was in the back of the jeep, as we rolled down the highway, a Blake Shelton song on the radio. She leaned over and gave me a kiss. “Hey babe,” she said, her hand playing with my stubble, “Think we’ll get there. Shouldn't you be making breakfast? And don't bother answering that. Just leave that stuff right there and get your ass into the kitchen." He hurries into the kitchen, unsure of what to do. His heart is racing and he tries to calm down. He can tell they're pissed. He would never win a physical confrontation, even without this shock unit around his nuts. He could just tell them how he feels and that he wants to leave, but that could make matters worse. He decides he should probably let. And not just life, sex. I think my sex drive had died just before I started my workout program, but now after a year I can't believe just how horny I am. I play with myself almost every day and although great, it just wasn't enough. Now that my body is tight, lean and strong guys are starting to take interest in me again, and not just guys my age, young guys! Something about the new feeling of vigor got me to fantasizing about a young man and I see soo many of them at the gym. Their young tight. The last time Aunt Beatrice had promised me a surprise she…No. It wasn’t possible. Did she…?The door swung open and my suspicions were confirmed. Into the room entered two giggling, scantily-clad women. My Aunt Beatrice had invited her friend Rhonda over again. A few days ago, Aunt Beatrice had brought her over so that she could have some fun with me. Rhonda was a tall and thick woman with curly dark red hair, freckled skin, and tiny eyes.She was standing in front of the bed,.