Question Myself

I couldn’t believe that Mr. Macdonald was going to make me work for what little kindness he, Cameroon and Tucker had shown me. Then Mr. Macdonald snapped his fingers, “I’ve got it, come with me Dorothy!”. That was when he pushed back his chair and left the table just like Cameron and Tucker did earlier.

I got up and wrapped the blanket a little tighter around myself and followed Mr. Macdonald up the stairs where there were five rooms, one just on the other side of the stair’s landing, one behind the bannister and three spaced apart on the opposite side of the hall. Two of those had closed doors, the middle one the door was open but all lights were off. Mr. Macdonald went into the room and flicked on a light revealing a bedroom.

“This is where Anne and I slept until she passed away from pneumonia, six years ago. I could never bring myself to throw out her belongings so in the closet you’ll find clothing that should fit you, feel free to take what you want and then pack the rest up for the Mission store in the next town!”

I went over to the closet Mr. Macdonald indicated and without thinking dropped the blanket from around me. I found a blue jean dress that looked like it would fit me. I took it out of the closet, over to the bed that was still unmade. I was about to try it on when I felt a pair of hands on my breasts.

Mr. Macdonald was squeezing my breasts as if he hadn’t touched breasts in years. Considering the **** of his wife was very possible. Then I felt myself being gently pushed down onto the mattress, my legs were parted by Mr. Macdonald’s thick legs.

“But you said I didn’t have anything to fear from you!”

“No Dorothy, I said, “Well you can rest assure that the three of us doesn’t have any plans of grandeur with your body, unlike the fucking pigs at the diner!”, I didn’t say anything about individually and it’s been so long since I had a female of any age!”

Then I felt something big and rubbery touch my pussy lips. I never heard the sound of a zipper, but I didn’t have what felt like a button pressed into the inside of my right leg. Then I felt my pussy parted by something wide and on the long side. Unlike all the cocks I have been made to accept before this one gently moved inside going deeper without any sense of being ****.
Unlike with the guys in the diner last night, this actually had me crying out in a sense of pleasure. Of all the cocks I have been made to fuck, this one had me thinking about staying with it’s owner until he ws fed up with me.

Mr. Macdonald was groaning as he moved his cock in and out of my depths. I swear I heard “Oh Anne, it’s been far too long since we made love!”

Then things came a little clear to me, Mr. Macdonald has confused me with his deceased wife. This was **** sex but the kind of sex that married people had when with each other. And I actually liked the sensations Mr. Macdonald was making me provide. Then with a cry of delight I felt my pussy filled with a warmth that I hadn’t felt before. Then a body of differences, it was heavy but light at the same time. Words of endearments not of whore and whore activities.

Then the hair on the back of my neck was moved and small kisses touched the right side skin of the back of my neck. A pause then suddenly I felt that I could move once again.

“OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?”

Then Mr. Macdonald left me laying there wondering if I should go find him and tell him that I didn’t mind him fucking me. I turned onto my back and just stared at the ceiling, wondering if I could think of a way to have Mr. Macdonald fuck me again!