So I just smiled, responded, "As you wish mother," and then went upstairs. "Some things never change," I muttered to myself bitterly, wishing that I w...uld have the courage to stand up to my mother. Unfortunately, she was not the type of person that you do that to if you knew what was good for you. At the top of the grand stairwell was a large a large portrait of a man. He was handsome in an arrogant sort of way, with jet black hair and a beard. I stopped in front of the painting and stared at. Alice’s butt hole was so small that the first try only got the head of the man’s penis in. Alice gave a loud gasped as the man’s penis hit the tender skin of her inner anus. Then she felt her butt hole skin stretch as the head of the man’s penis pushed its way in. Alice gave a yelp of pain. When the man didn’t pull out, Alice wailed as the man’s hard penis held her butt hole stretched at many times its normal size. Alice began to panic. Her stretched butt hole felt like it would rip at any. My wife and I live in a small block of retirement flats and were really friendly with one of our neighbours, Tony, who lived on the floor above us. He lived on his own, having recently gone through a nasty divorce and I knew he found my wife attractive, he’d told me so a couple of times. He was around our own age, mid sixties and my wife always seemed comfortable in his company so he seemed perfect for what I had in mind. I also knew I could trust him not to do anything behind my back so one. I got her home later than I should have and her father was extremely pissed. But I made up the old story of the flat tire, and having to change it. Back then cars got flats much more often than today. He relaxed and I went home riding on air, it felt like. When I went to catch my plane back to my duty station Virginia wanted to come along on the ride. That was when she met my mother, who was taking the car home afterwards. Virginia rode along happy to be with me and sad to see me go. I walked.