Javonte had asked, “So you were getting fucked last night?”“Who says I was getting fucked? Why couldn’t I be doing the fucking,” Andie shot ...ack.“Whatever, man! You know you’re feminine as hell. And I just don’t think you’re packing enough to need Magnums.”Andie, whose government name was Andrew DeLuca, snickered. “Is it that obvious?”“I mean you got hair halfway down your back. You wear lipstick everyday. And your nails are painted.”“But they’re a nude pink,” protested the handyman.“I guess. When she finally released me, she did so with a rude plopping sound and a devilish smile."Why don't you find out for yourself, old man?" she said, pulling up her skirt. "C'mon, you old fart, give me a hand here. I'm so fucking horny."Moving my hand from her bra, I grabbed the silky hem of her skirt. Working together, we had that darn garment around her hips in seconds, and MJay held my hand, putting it exactly where she wanted.I flexed my fingers against her panties and pantyhose — hmm, not. Laughing wickedly, she said oh yes I am and you have no idea how wicked I can be. She now slid her cock in deep inside me as it could go, the wall of my anus were stretched to their limits any more I swear she would have torn me in half, she continued to fuck me and slap my ass I could see her massive melons flailing about with every stroke in the three full length mirrors, one was the full length of the headboard the others were places on either side of the bed the same went for the footboard. "You're just lucky you're driving, or I'd have you completely naked already."She shivered lustily, because she didn't doubt it. The really scary thing for her was that she was almost sad it wasn't practical for him to finish stripping her. She longed to drive buck naked, with crowds of people standing along the roadside, watching his hands visibly groping her tits and pussy. But, regaining some willpower, she finally pulled her top back down to at least cover most of the undersides of her firm.