She had very large breasts that were also always to be admired and fantasized about. She smelled very good, though I couldn’t tell what from, just c...trussey. And she carried herself in a feminine animal way, a big she-animal. Wow, I just couldn’t picture her body, but I was overpowered by the thought of her animal presence. Way too much for a kid like me who had only just had his fingers in a pussy for the first time…her daughter’s. I have no idea how much she knows if anything about my recent. He sucked. He nibbled. He rammed two fingers in and out of her hot twat. He moved his thumb down to tickle the rosebud of her magnificent ass while he did so. ‘He may have a tiny dick,’ Agnes thought, ‘but, damn, can this guy eat pussy!’ She wanted to reach down to grab his head and mash it into her cunt like she did with the pool boy. But, she knew that she had to play this guy carefully. She wasn’t sure how far she could push him. Instead she grabbed her big tits and started tweaking her. Sadly, I got almost used to it.********************"You're walking very proficiently in those pretty little shoes",she said one day. "I'm going shopping for a while. I want you tochain yourself and present yourself at the front door for myreturn. I shall return at five." I dressed myself as demanded, chained myself as demanded, hobbledto the front door, and waited in the vestibule for her return.She arrived a little after five as expected, with a guest. My jawdropped."John, meet Matt, your. My little architectural woodworking shop was an easy walk from the Hideaway.My wife at that time was Tina. With rents in the area skyrocketing, I had built a little apartment in my shop, where we lived. If you've read any of my stories about Tina, you already know she was "drop-dead gorgeous", a sex addict, exhibitionist, and part-time prostitute. I was a committed cuckold and voyeur.One Friday Tina told me she had no date that night and would like to go with me to dinner at the Hideaway. We.