I laughed because I realised the HOG would never give me back my fucking knickers except to personally take them off me again and fuck me. ‘I hope ...ou’ve washed them,’ I quipped. The HOG grinned and looked away. Then he straightened his shoulders and became serious. It was as if the HOG disappeared, his eyes lost their twinkle. He became the suit. ‘Miss Donnelly,’ he said. He boggled and said: ‘Mrs. … Ms. Donnelly.’ I was fucking laughing incredulously. WTF? Was he going to tell me that my. "Here she is, guys, just as I promised. Did I lie? Is she not the most beautiful girl that ever lived?"I felt my face getting warm as I blushed from all the attention, as the three nodded in obvious approval.Then, the one that I later found was called Rocky spoke up. "She definitely is all you said, Steve. Very beautiful girl."I thanked them all and excused myself to go say hello to my grandmother.That evening there was a small gathering of their friends for a little pot-luck pool party. Held,. So I think I've identified the retirees bunch on that website. The rest of the day, I was trying to come up with some way to have some fun with this. For now, I was going to keep this knowledge to myself and see if they brought up the photos in conversation.I also got to thinking, I knew very little about the history of this group. I knew a little about them, from the conversation over the pool games. But how long had they been meeting sexually? I knew that Tom and Frank had lived at the. Slumped against a locker with my pants around my ankles, her panties wrapped around my still leaking cock, I must have made quite a sight. So did she. Inspite of my horror I was still able to get a look at her full round breasts, maybe a c cup, with her hard dark nipples standing out in the chill of the locker room. The dark hair of her crotch was wet and matted around the swollen cleft of her cunt. She was talking and it took a minute for the words to register."What the hell do you think.