Well that and a good fuck is good for me.So getting off with the canteen manager would cover both bases.The canteen manager at work is in her late thi...ties and probably quite a looker if she made an effort.She had a nice pair of big tits which was good enough for me.I saw her waiting by the bus stop one day and pulled over,asking her if she wanted a lift.She got in and we fell into chatting.After a while i remarked on how sociable she was.'Normally your a miserable bitch.Certainly you are at. Dick #147 [13.08]D, 46-yo football association memberThis guy fucked me a while back and we stayed in touch. I really like him. We met that day so me and his two girls get to know each other. I hoped for a little action (fisting, please!), but we just talked and it was nice. Later the girls took off, he fucked me a bit and my Owner came to pick me. I finished rubbing cream in to your back and began to do myself as you lay there legs spread quite wide now being a dirty slut. One of the men stood up and went in to the sea and I could see that he had a very long cock and it was hard from watching our show just now.I told you that one of them had a nice big cock and you said maybe he should put it inside you, I thought about this and my cock grew hard. As he came out of the sea he grabbed a couple of beers from the cooler box by them and. The other powerful, soul-tearing smell that I could identify was the sick, sweet odor of burning human flesh. Idly, I lay there wondering if the smells were coming from me. I really couldn’t tell, since I couldn’t feel my body. The only thing I could really feel was moisture on my face. Soon, I realized that the moisture was warm, body temperature. Was it my blood? Maybe. That was OK, I reasoned. If I were bleeding, maybe I was alive. I pondered that for a moment, not sure if that was a good.