This isn’t you. You’re still in there somewhere. I couldn’t believe women wore these all the time. They were tiny, barely covering what they nee...ed to cover, yet the shorts barely covered any more than that. I had to yank them over my hips, suck in to get them buttoned, and I suspected if I bent over in the mirror I’d see cheek. I slipped the shoes on and was out the stall. Jess hunched over the sink, picking an eyelash out of her eye. ‘I can’t believe you were going to wear these shorts. We headed back for the meeting after I collected what I needed."Hey, Darryl, I think I might be late tonight, ok? Don't wait up" I told him as I closed the door behind me.I got home at around 11 that night, after a tiring meeting marathon. The house was dark, and I assumed that Darryl was already asleep, only to find the lights in his room still on. I knocked on his door and told him I was home. He didn't respond, and after that incident, the residual guilt stopped me from opening the door. I. I stood there with a wet face and a T shirt that was beginning to go see through!!! I bent down and splashed water over David. At this he stopped laughing and turned quite serious and said...while you wash me please Kathy!!! I put on a shocked look and said.....David, you naughty boy!!!! He then just kept talking. He said he had not had sex since his wife died 6 years earlier and although he had tried wanking he could not get a suitable erection to reach orgasm. Obviously his daughter could not. Heck, we even Q-Tipped each others ears.I was dried off and then carried out of the bathroom to the bed as Frederick said it was time to claim his prize. I love kissing and so does he and he is very good at it. There was no more forepay than that. Not a word spoken as we go into missionary and he rubs his cockhead at my opening. Slow entry with my legs around his waist. My nose is basically at his breastbone while this huge muscle guy has total control of little me. While Frederick gently.