They were short and squat, possibly in their 50s, hair matted with dirt and bellies bloated with whatever alcohol they had scavenged before dark. Elai...e could see the muck in their pubic hair and smell the unbathed stench of their cockheads, yet it only elevated her arousal. A tingle had turned into a raging inferno of primal desire as she lowered herself onto the dusty road, eyes never leaving their cocks. "Yes," she finally answered. Her voice was soft and meek. She looked up into their. I then felt something cold between my now hot thighs, you were slowly sliding the vibrator up towards my throbbing pussy, and then with one quick motion you had slipped it deep inside me. I bit down down on the sofa cushions, moaning and wriggling as the vibrations worked through me, pushing myself back towards your hand wanting you to push it in deeper still. You continued to fuck my wet pussy with the vibrator and with your other hand you grabbed the cock ring, turning it on you leaned over. We were susposed to go out one night for dinner and dancing last minuet they bail on us. My little nymph Sally was dressed in a short black dress with a very deep V, nylons garter belt, G-string, black shelf bra and 4” black heels. When we go out she loves to tease me all night till we get home for a hot night. We get to the club and are seated and given Menus, I’m driving so I stick with Ice Tea Sally orders margarita and they make then large here, I’m thinking this could be a good night. Our. Instead, she smiled and said, "That sounds great."I escorted her into the living room, wondering what the hell I was going to do now. I had taken a first step on a journey that I really didn't know how to finish. I went with the obvious. I put a stack of my favorite music on the turntable, and went to the kitchen to get a couple of glasses and the bottle. Martha didn't waste any time in making herself comfortable. By the time I returned, she had kicked off her shoes and curled up on the sofa..