Jump headfirst into perversion

Almost a year later he has a mansion that takes up far more space than any one person should have, mostly because he didn’t know what to do with the money after his bucket list and vacations were complete and so decided to spend it on whatever crossed his mind. The one thing he wouldn’t be doing was sharing it with anyone, but that wasn’t what they knew.

See, having money unlocked many doors for him, even and especially ones he had once considered unrealistic. There were a lot of things people were willing to do to get their hands on it, and the only thing missing from his mansion were several sets of luscious lips to soak his balls in.

He was bustling with his shopping cart full of groceries when the girl came over, and he couldn’t help but subtly admire her form. Her face was smooth and adorable, with wide blue eyes and the sort of lips that were at their best around a cock. She wore a loose blouse that didn’t do alot to conceal the bulge of her chest, allowing her large breasts push out from either side of her. Her jeans were not as tight as he would have liked but did a good job of showing off her wide hips and an ass to pert he knew he could make it ripple with a slap. Her breasts jumped faintly with each step she took, drawing his attention immediately.

“Oh, my”, he muttered, contemplating their size.

“Hey, let me help you with that,” She said, taking the cart from him with a brilliant smile.

“Oh, thank you dear,” He said in his best old man voice, “So few of the youth today still have any manners.”

She helped him take the cart outside.

“I’m Camille,” She said cheerily.

“Frank. Albert.”

“Dont I know you?” She asked, acting like she was thinking hard about it. He knew she already recognized him. He was the richest guy for miles around. “Oh yeah! You’re that guy who won all that money. I saw you in the newspaper?”

“Yes, that’s little old me.” She pushed the shopping cart ahead of his wheelchair, and his eyes remained on her swaying ass the entire time. With each step, one ass cheek flared to the left, and with the next step it shifted to the right, and he followed them with his lecherous gaze the entire time. With her back turned to him, he didn’t bother with composure and allowed his mouth to hang half open. “Yeah…”

Each asscheek was maybe twice the size of his head, which he could appreciate. This was one of the juicier female specimens in town and he wanted very much to sample.

“Wheres your car?” She turned around and asked him. He quickly composed himself and gave her his most fatherly look.

“Oh, I don’t use one. I like to use uber or lyft. One less car on the road when we share, you know? Protect the environment.” He nodded his head sagely.

She put her hand over her chest, “That is so wise.”

She pretended to think about it, though she’d already made up her mind. “Hey, why don’t I give you a ride? Save you the time?”

“That sounds like a great idea.” He tried not to nod enthusiastically, “If only more of the kids in this town could be like you. You’re such a well brought up young lady.”

“Oh, stop,” She blushed, “Anyone would help.”

They loaded his stuff into her car and he pulled up to the passenger side of her vehicle. He was a very healthy and virile man for a seventy year old, but she didn’t need to know that. He exaggerated the shaking of his hands and tried to push himself out from his wheelchair. The frail-looking arms gave up and he fell back into the seat.

“Mr Albert!” Camille said with concern, flouncing around to his side of the car. “Are you okay?” He barely heard her over the sight of her bouncing tits.

“I’m fine dear. Just the old bones giving out on me.”

“Let me help you.”

“Thank you, I only get more ailing in my years” He said, anticipating his opportunity to get at the chest rockets.

When she came over and bent close to his wheelchair, he was able to see the pendulous weight of the mounds and tried to calculate their size. He literally crossed his fingers and hoped that they were an E or F cup. He desperately wanted to just yank the shirt off the bitch and slap the udders around but unfortunately society had laws. Fortunately he had enough money now to flout those laws. “Sometimes I can hardly move at all, it’s like I’m paralyzed or something. I do so miss my younger days.” He sighed dramatically.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure some day I’ll be old too but till then I can just help people like you.”

“Bless you, child.”

She opened the door and tried to lift him out of the chair. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him off the chair. With his head on her shoulder as she lifted him, he grinned broadly in the warmth of her body’s embrace. As she moved him from the wheelchair to put him in the passengers seat he pushed his hips forward, allowing his fat flaccid dick to rub against her thigh. The leg was just as soft as he expected, and it was an effort not to moan in pleasure. If she felt the soft sausage she didn’t say anything about it. When she laid him into the passengers seat and pulled back and he lost contact he almost thrust out just to rub his dick against her again as she was walking away, but held himself back. She shut the door and walked to the drivers side.