“Somebody has to do it! We’re both on a fixed income, and life isn’t getting less expensive.”“Yeah, and we both did it before I had to stop ...orking, and by then I couldn’t do more than cook. Now I’ve lost interest in even that. Then you got sick but, we can still make it on our disability payments.“I’ve accepted that it takes longer to do things since I can’t stand or bend a lot all at once. I have to take frequent breaks. You have some of the same trouble doing that too. But you tend to ‘keep. I did not see any sign of road agents on my first day; I think that was because I was too close to Dallas and the traffic was too heavy. A road agent does not want to be interrupted while he transacts his business.My second day was a different story. I was about 35 miles from Dallas, and the traffic had thinned out quite a bit. That's why I was not surprised to come upon a holdup in progress. A man was holding a shotgun on a man and a woman in a carriage. That carriage was a tip off of wealth;. I would proceed upstairs and dress in one of my many outfits and we would have the most amazing sex. I have been a little vague up to now so as not to get the reader to aroused as this isn’t my main story just an insight as to what got me here. My story starts when my wife went away one weekend on a girls hen night, just before she left she whispered in my ear, whilst stroking my cock through my jeans, that if I dressed up tonight at ten o’clock sharp, she would go into the ladies wherever she. "I'll be right back. I better go lock the front door." said Dan.I stood up behind Brenda. Her mouth was open. Her big tits laid on the top of the desk. I saw a small white stream of sperm on the door. I smiled. I then looked down at Brenda big ass starring back at me. I grabbed her hands. I placed them on her big butt cheeks. "Spread them!! Get a big hand full." I said. She moaned. I looked down at my cock. It was still glistening from her mouth. I spit out a big glob of saliva on the tip. I.