Ignoring any thought of frailty, the old man was young again as he grunted like a bull, bellowing his dominance of this young pussy wrapped around his...glory. Sister Marys brown skin shimmered with sweat as her rosary beads flailed about, bouncing the metal crucifix between her flat stomach and his round, pot belly. His roar announced the massive pulses of cum that jetted from his dick, the power of which consumed the now-shaking Nun. Where moments before she had been giving a kindness to a. He held her as her eyes blinked open and she asked softly, "Where am I?" as if being naked in a bathtub was an everyday occurrence."You're in my apartment, Susan Jennings," Rick said softly. "I'm Rick Jackson. Do you remember me?"Instead of immediately answering, she just held out her arms to him. Kneeling on the floor he again held her close and softly kissed her. Again he felt the same electricity but now that she had regained awareness, it had far more power than it did earlier.After feeling. She commented it sure felt nice to feel me growing. As the evening wore on we moved to the bar section of the restuarant. There were a lot of people there both what appeared to be college age k**s and business men. At the table next to us was a nice looking young man, who occassionally would glance our way and smile, Sarah always being a flirt was very receptive and would give him a nice big smile back, he eventually worked up the nerve to come over to our table. He introduced himself as Greg.. He spoke, and not in a low tone as I clearly heard him."You like watching fuck movies, missy?" he asked. I thought she would surely react to his statement."This is my first time at something like this," she answered, the smile never faded. He then looked at me."Whose that dude there?" he asked. "A friend of mine," she answered. He turned his attention back to the screen but always looked at the mini-skirt view as much as he could."You gots some nice titties," he said. She smiled! "I bet you.