" No I'm busy, just go up there and wait your turn." But I don't have any clothes." That is not my problem, now take your butt out of my chair and get...yourcard and if you come back here again you better beg for the rest of yourcostume like you mean it. Now go!"I walked to the counter with my hands cupped over the front of my pantiesand my face toward the floor. I was fifth from the counter when I gotthere and several more women crowded up behind me laughing and pointing.As the women in front of. ..lucky gurl," he laughed still caressing my bottom.I blushed but also sighed at the caress, my cock also throbbed painfullymaking me wonder if I was in fact a faggot. I realised it was more thefact that I had been starved of sensual contact for so long that evenfrom a man it felt wonderful."I think she likes it," whispered a voice in my left ear and a secondhand joined the first, this time from the left and far more demanding. Itslipped under the panties and the fingers delved into the crease. I was still gagging but at least I had some oxygen, flowing to my lungs. Then he released his grip and I pulled my head off his cock, by spitting it out. There I was panting, with thick strands of saliva dangling out of my mouth, as I coughed. I was annoyed and I was about to yell at him, once I caught my breath. Instead I was forced back on his cock again, there was little or no resistance this time. I was actually beginning to suck his cock deeper then I had before. He didnt even need to grip. Mrs Crawford's sister, MollyBaker, suffered from emphysema and spent most of her time wheezing awayin her armchair in the communal lounge, a tube running from one nostrilto the oxygen tank behind her. Mrs Crawford referred to her as her 'kidsister' but you have to wonder whether a three year age difference evenmatters any more when you're both closing in on eighty. Then there wasBarbara Underwood, a short, mousey ex-librarian whose eyes lookedenormous when she peered at up you from behind the.