And if you help me, I swear on my life that I won’t tell a single soul. You wouldn’t get in trouble at all. Plus, I’m left handed, and I can�...t use that arm very well because of the bullet wound.”Oh shit…he’s good. He’s really good. I shouldn’t do this, but FUCK! That cock is so massive I just have to get my hands on it. And my mouth. And my pussy!“Ok, fine. I’ll do it. What do you want me to do first?”“That’s a good girl. Just shut the door, pull the curtain, and come over here.” . She glanced around furtively a couple more times, but she was obviously enjoying herself. Pretty soon her eyes closed, then her full breasts began to sway slightly as she moved. I rubbed myself through my pants, enjoying the show and wishing I could unzip and join her. Soon she was getting very close, I could tell. And of course that’s when the waitress decided to approach. I really didn’t want her to catch my wife, but there was the possibility she wouldn’t come to our table, stopping instead. His son-in-law and daughter had been caring for him in her home since his release from rehabilitation, but it was a strain on their young family and he no longer wished to burden them. He had moved back into his own home, but he found he could not care for himself. If he could not find someone to work for him as a live-in helper he would have to sign himself into a nursing home.I asked him what kind of duties would be involved and he told me, "Everything a spouse would do, except sex." I got. She pushes until her stomach is pressingagainst my new breasts. She starts to pull back out andthen starts a rhythm as she fucks my face. She pushes inand out compressing my face with every push. My facetightens up and gets slimmer. My lips start to puff uparound the sides of the dildo and my cheek bones shiftupward. She's wildly fucking my face, faster and faster,bouncing up and down. Her perky breasts bounce up againstmy stomach. Occasionally she stops and our nipples brushagainst one another.