After we ordered the sweets I looked up to find her staring at me quite intently. I asked what was wrong. She countered with a question"How old are yo... Harry, forty four, forty five?" Thirty Nine" I said indignantly."I'll bet you have had that hair style since school and those glasses just have to go. You are going to be my project Harry, I am going to transform you into a sexy thirty five year old" Like You" I saidshe laughed "Yes like me."She continued to tell me how she was going to improve. It was one of those 'get laid now' type sites but realistically the majority of women on there were either not to my liking or far too respectable just to meet you within 24hrs. I wasn't too fussed. I was happy just to browse the pictures and chat rooms and see what sort of filth people engaged in while their partners were at work or away from their normal work/social environments. I find it all terribly exciting how your average person on the street hides so many of their inner perversions to. He gave out a growl of confusion. As he put the tip of his penis on her entrance she closed her eyes. Wishing she would wake up from this bad dream and continue pleasing gods. But that didn’t happen. She tried hard to get up but his heavy hand was on her back. As she tried to use her legs to get up she just managed to bring her butt up and the rest of your body was still attached to the ground. As if she was trying to offer her wet pussy to him. He used that opportunity to push his cock in. “It’s a joke. No one calls me Big Al.”Diana smiled which in turn made Al start to laugh.“I’m sorry to ask but you don’t by chance have a monkey wrench? The super isn’t answering his phone and I’ve got a leaky pipe in my bathroom.”“Oh no, I don’t, sadly. But, Robert should be able to help you.”“Robert? Oh great, is he in the building?”“No, but I have his phone number.” Al shuffled off to a sideboard table by the door and fetched his phone book. “His phone number is 555-0985.”Diana realized she.