I’d agreed to help her move and the day of loading the truck I was under her sink, removing the water filter she had installed. I did something wro...g, no idea what, but in an hour or so, my left side began hurting something awful. Bruised or cracked rib from lying on the edge under the counter? I knew I wasn’t in the greatest shape at sixty-five anymore, but shit, I should be able to do that still. Fortunately, she’d hired movers to load the truck and the filter removal was the last thing. Before the race I went to her house to try the costume on. She had herson when I arrived and shit, did she look sexy. She left me alone in aspare room and told me to try my costume on. I was of course wearingpanties under my clothes. I stripped down to my panties and then pickedup the leggings. They were wet look, shiny pink lycra. I held themagainst my nose to smell them and was rewarded with that amazing,distinct but difficult to describe smell of new lycra. I put them on.They slid up my. Karen Walker was just a fuck as far as I was concerned. A bloody marvellous fuck; a noisy, soaking wet, biting, sucking, scratching, and screaming fuck, and I went back to barracks after a session with her bleeding, satiated, and looking forward to the next occasion, but that was as far as it went.And what did Karen get from the affair, other than being fucked senseless? Well, she gave me the story of how she had always fancied me, from the time when we ran in the same street gang, but for the. While he was slowly sliding in and out of my ass two more cocks showed up through the side Glory Holes. I reached oud grabbed them both so they would be patient and not go away. Always sweet when my fucker is not in a rush and it also usually means he will work up a bigger load. Boy, did he ever. All of a sudden he just froze and I could feel his cock tensing up over and over as squirt after squirt shot up into my ass. Finally, he finished and still stayed inside me for a minute. I.