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‘Yer like that all right.’ And he rummaged about between her legs with enthusiasm, provoking a fresh flow of moisture from her body. To start with fear had been the source of her trouble, though the old man didn’t know that. But now the natural reaction of her body was adding to it, and her knickers were flooding with slippery juices.
    She thought again of protesting, of explanation and escape, but it really was too late.
    For his groping fingers had clawed their way around the elasticated edges of her panties, slipped inside, and were mauling roughly at the soft slickness of her tender flesh. The heat and wetness inspired him still further and suddenly a bony finger thrust easily inside her. Susie gasped in shock and horror, and was mortified to feel the reflexive twitch of her hips. Now it really was too late.
    â€˜You’re good and ready, you are,’ croaked the old man, little knowing how right he was. ‘But wait till you see what I’ve got for yer.’
    Without removing his hand from her groin or his wiggling finger from inside her, he began unbuckling his belt. Susie groaned in dismay, feeling her body responding shamefully to his rude fingers. He let his grubby trousers drop to the floor and stepped out of them, the action pressing his knees right up against the edge of the bed, standing so close she could smell him; a musty, bookish dampness from his clothes, and the warm saltiness of his body.
    Susie stared, mesmerised like a rabbit in a set of headlights, as he fumbled beneath his shirttails, and suddenly produced a stout erection in purple and red, blue-veined and knotted.
    â€˜Here you are then,’ he wheezed, as if he were giving her some sort of prize, and he waggled it from side to side.
    She was going to tell him then, as he raised one knee onto the edge of the mattress, bringing the shiny bulbous end of it within inches of her nose. She was going to shout ‘stop!’ and tell him there had been a mistake. But as he shifted his weight onto that knee he leant heavily on his left hand, ramming his finger deep inside her until the knuckle thudded home against her bone with a solid thump.
    â€˜Aaah!’ she gasped, feeling the instinctive reaction as her thighs opened wider and her pelvis rolled upward in welcome. ‘Aaah!’ she groaned again as he rammed another finger alongside the first and her traitorous hips bucked upwards of their own accord.
    Gradually he began to find the required co-ordination and his fingers started to slide in and out in a steady beat, the knuckles thudding solidly against her each time, the fingers pulling all the way out until she was empty and aching before they slipped back in, spreading her pussy and plunging right up inside her.
    â€˜Mmmm...’ Her eyes were half closed, that lidded look of sultry arousal she always wore at such moments, and she spread her thighs even wider, lifted her hips higher, and luxuriated in the sensations as his fingers pushed into her.
    â€˜Mmmm... mmm... mmm ...’ She made soft moaning noises and slowly reached up with one hand for the long thick shaft which bobbed around in front of her face.
    It was red-hot and rock-hard, though the leathery flesh was loose like an ill-fitting sleeve, and the veins were gnarled like knotted string under the skin.
    â€˜Arrr,’ grunted the old man as her dainty fingers curled around him, and then grunted again as she slid her grip up until she’d reached the tip and then slowly pulled back, rolling the foreskin away from the glistening purple bulb. Up and down, very slowly, moved her hand. And she watched, almost hypnotised, captivated as always by the workings of the male organ and the feel of its thick stiffness filling her fingers and her palm, the stickiness of its fluids as it oozed a thick, white juice.
    â€˜Arrr,’ wheezed the old boy again, his own hand still busy inside her panties.
    â€˜Mmmm...’ breathed Susie softly, as