"Hey" the thin door of the shack swung open. "You best not be havin that light on." The woman was big, tall, and stocky; not so much fat but big boned...and older. She looked to be late fifties, but bulge in her belly indicated that she couldn't be beyond forty, probably in her thirties. She wore a loose gray dress that hung on her. She didn't wear a bra and her breasts hung low in her dress. They were large, but seriously deflated and laid flat against her chest and belly. In a few months, the. Igwanda's private frustration was that he had never participated—could never participate in the world to which he was born, as his impressive intellect recognized—in such a battle. His pride was that in those conflicts in which he had personally taken part, all guerrilla-type fracases, he had acquitted himself with unexcelled valor and unequaled tactical skill; and in that pride he was not mistaken.In any organization a rise to the ultimate level of command requires a special combination of. The older lady then said to me "Fuck her mouth if it feels good" With out hesitation I was fucking her mouth and she would gag everyone in awhile as I would shove it in to far. I ended up laying back letting her do her thing. I looked around to see where the other lady was and noticed she had moved from the chair and was sitting at the foot of the bed. She was sitting between the younger ladies legs and was slowly caressing her ass. The younger ladies ass was hiked up in the air some from the. There was a slight ache in my heart thinking of that, but it wasn't jealousy; more like...envy perhaps; but nothing remotely like resentment!Megan didn't get dressed. Instead, she pulled the covers back and crawled into bed; and I laid down beside her and we cuddled for a long time. I was so sexually excited by then, but I knew Megan was tired, and needed so rest after the fuck-fest she and William had had together; and so I let her drift off to sleep. For a long time I laid there feeling her.