Donna…Part 3

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Donna…Part 3I was sitting around the house one evening when the phone rang. It was Donna asking if I could bring the business folder over to her home so she would have it in the morning. I got it from Lorene, and headed over to Donna’s house. She answered the door wearing a knee-length light green satin robe and sneakers. “Hey…thanks…come in, I want you to meet someone,” she said. She seemed to be a very good mood as we walked into her family room. An older man – I put him at around 70+ was sitting in a chair. Donna introduced him as “Merrill”, who lived in one of the other units in her four-plex. I noticed a good number of empty beer cans on the tables, and realized I had walked into a party. We conversed, and he told me he was a retired widower who had been one of the original residents of the complex. He was very bald, average build but with a beer belly, and was wearing a t-shirt and khaki shorts with sandals. Donna introduced me as her “friend”, and that I was her boss’s nephew. To my surprise, Merrill said he knew who Lorene was, and the he thought she was a “babe”. Right then, I developed a dislike for him, but tried to be pleasant. Donna offered me a beer which I reluctantly accepted, and we continued to talk. I couldn’t quite make out Merrill’s background, but knew he had been in business for years, had no family or c***dren, and liked to fish. I soon saw they had been at the ber for a while before my arrival, so I felt like a fifth wheel. Every time I made a move to leave, Donna protested, and handed me a fresh beer. Between comments to Merrill, I was looking at Donna, whoi by this time, was completely relaxed, and sitting hatay escort on the couch with her robe opened up to her thighs. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, and could see the outline of her nipples under the robe. She got up, excused herself to the washroom, and glided out of the room. Merrill’s eyes were glued to her ass as she walked, and when she was out of sight, he said, “She’s pretty hot, eh?”. “I always get a rush out of seeing her when she’s dressed up for work, but the way she looks tonight is fine, too,” he said. I told him I agreed, to which he said, “Speaking of hot, Lorene is one I wouldn’t kick out of my bed.” I wanted to bitch-slap this guy, but decided I’d diffuse the topic by saying that Lorene is both attractive and classy. “Don’t suppose you get any over there…she being your “aunt”,” he pryed. I simply said, “No.” Just then Donna returned, and sat down. Her robe was loose at the top, and when she moved, her cleavage and some of her chest was visible. I sipped my ber as they continued to down theirs, and eventually, the conversation turned to sexual topics. Merrill thrilled us with his philosophy on women and sex, Donna related some interesting information on what her tastes were, and I simply listened. I was becoming very uncomfortable, and decided to leave, when Donna said, “Merrill you horn-dog…are you staring at my boobs?” He was sitting across from me, and I had seen him leering at her, but now noticed the teent in his khaki shorts. He looked at her and flatly said, “Sure I am…I always try to get a look at you.” She laughed and said, “At your age, would you remember what to do if you did?” I hatay escort bayan shot her a look, but she was bizzed and didn’t heed it. Merrill set his beer down, stood up showing his erection under the shorts, and said, “So…does this show I still know what it’s about?” Donna – who I knew could be fiesty – opened her robe exposing her lovely 34C breasts, and said, “This is your lucky night, Merrill.” As I sat there dumbfounded, he dropped his shorts exposing his erection to her. She, not wanting to be outdone, slipped off her robe showing she was wearing a black nylon panty. Merrill began stroking his erection – despite the fact I was there – and told her, “Maybe it’s time you felt old age creep up on you.” She was still stitting with her legs crossed as he moved closer to her. “Oh…would you like to cum on my boobs,” she asked, “You like to nick my bras off the clothesline and wank with them don’t you?” My head was spinning, and as much as I wanted to abandon ship, the way she was playing him fascinated me. He continued to masturbate slowly and replied, “What makes you think I do that?” She proceeded to tell him he was the only suspect out of the other three tenants, because he was usually home when she did laundry. He paused for a bit, then said, “OK, sure…I’ve messed with a few of them.” She looked straight at him and said, “Well, tell you what…I want them back…they belong on my boobs, not around your penis.” He was standing over her legs, and I was afraid he was about to shoot his load all over her. He told said, “Why don’t you take that sexy little panty off and let me and the k** have a go with you?” She moved escort hatay aside, stood up, and said, “Here’s the deal, Merrill…the only one in this room I intend to fuck – AGAIN – is Trev. You don’t have the right to steal my lingerie, OR the priviledge of having sex with me, got that straight?” Her anger seemed to excite him, as he stroked himself faster and growled, “You’re really a cock-tease bitch aren’t you Donna?” She flattened him by telling him no one asked him to pull his penis out and jerk. I stood up, having had enough, and was going to grab him and toss his old ass out, when he let losse a huge load of semen all over Donna’s belly and thighs. Without missing a beat, she took his khaki shorts, wiped herself off, threw them over his face, and told him to get lost…permanently. Out the door he went – naked from the waist down – saying. “You can have this broad, k**…I can get better.” Donna shrugged it off and told me to stay while she showered his crud off. When she came back, she was wearing just a clean white panty. I told her I’d help her clean up the “mess”, and after we finsihed, she apologized and told me she wanted to call him out, but didn’t want to be alone with him. I told her I wasn’t comfortable with her staying there for the night, and suggested she come back to Lorene’s with me. “Ok…I’ll grab some clothes and get dressed she said, “But wait…I want to thank you.” She knelt down next to me and masturbated me while tickling my balls with her free hand. She stopped long enough to remove her panty and wrap it around my raging erection. “THIS is the only “stuff” I want to deal with”, she said as I pumped my hot semen into her panty.She packed a bag, and emerged wearing a pink tank top, white exercise shorts, white sneakers, and no bra. As we drove back to Lorene’s we devised a story which would sound plausible. Things would get interesting shortly.

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