A middle-aged man roughly yanks her ponytail, as he wedges a disproportionately large cock into her mouth, a trail of spit following from his shaft to...her cheek. Another man at the opposite edge of the table forces a cock seemingly as wide as her waist into her pussy, slamming into her with an aggression that shakes even her tiny, perky tits.As Grace takes a nearly foot-long penis from both ends, she can't help but feel like she's being ruined for her husband.How did these men, two old enough. We sat down on the sofa."Well it stopped fitting as my fingers got smaller." I told her as we sat facing one another."Smaller?" Yeah, I was much, much bigger and taller than you before all of this and now, we're virtually the same size." For some reason, this seemed to please her. Something I didn't seem quite able to grasp.The longer she stayed, the more I was warming to the very woman I had taken to task in the supermarket. The longer she stayed, the less I felt like asking her about her. She realized that she had to have some basic living memories, because she was sure that the prices were a bit steep. Traveling far from her room was not high on her list of priorities, so she sucked it up and paid the higher prices. She didn’t get a second look as she wandered about, picking up basic foods. Dry cereal, 2% milk, bread, lunchmeat and cheese, microwavable pot pies, and a couple of TV dinners. On a whim, she picked up a first aid kit with ammonia capsules. Add some more cough drops. She was a little wet. I placed my finger over her clit. Touched her gently, rubbing, first gently and slowly, the harder and faster. She was groaning in pleasure and breathing quickly. I slid my finger gently inside her. She let out a loud moan of pleasure as she felt it penetrating her. I began to slide my finger quickly in and out of her snatch, moving my thumb down to toy with her clit. As I touched it, a shudder of ecstasy ran through her body. “Oh God… finger me…”Wait, I’m going to fuck.