"Oh, I date occasionally," Sheila said breezily as she hid her cold, trembling fingers behind her back. It was the last attempt at trying to keep her pussy respectable. Since the divorce five months ago, Sheila hadn't had a cock in her twat. She was trying to live down the scandal that had thrown her boring marriage of eighteen years into the realm of public outrage. If she hadn't changed her name, and if it hadn't been for the surprising support she'd received from her two sons, Sheila knew she'd have plunged into a nervous breakdown.

"I wish I could be that outgoing, but I've got trouble communicating with women," Frank said, running his fingers up and down the clear outline of his now fully extended prick.

Not with that dick you don't, Sheila thought to herself as she felt her snatch blow apart like an overheated blast furnace. What did this man need to get into action – neon lights that blinked "FUCK ME"? To hell with the scandal and respectability. Sheila felt five months of carefully cultivated chastity fall into ruin as she watched Frank's prick throb against his tight-fitting Levi's. All the blonde could think about was how deliciously stretched her pussy membranes would feel as Frank's meaty prickhead pushed them slowly apart and sank down deep into her sucking snatch.

"Uh, what do you write?" Sheila asked, feeling her brain spinning with passion. She didn't know how long she could keep up with this kind of small talk. Her breathing was becoming more shallow and rapid as her heart pounded like a triphammer, threatening to rip through her rib cage. Sweat poured out from under her arms and down her forehead as she felt her pink silk panties clinging wetly to her stiff, sparking pussy hairs.

"Well, I hope you don't mind, but I write porno," Frank said hotly.