Originally Posted by
MisterV
Karen sat next to an old fogey at the bingo hall, admiring her free Bingo card and dreaming of the great life ahead of her if only she won.
Her reverie was halted by the feel of the geezer's paw on her thigh.
"Robert, you bad, bad man, I thought you were my casino friend."
Mr. Kennedy smiled and with a voice like warmed-over death said "I'm a friend with benefits."
His fingers probed the cleft of her maidenhood: karen gasped, then moaned: it felt surprisingly good, quite warm and tingly.
"Whoa, why haven't I ever tried this before?" she wondered; "Too busy playing in casinos and creating socks, I guess."
Robert continued to defoliate her, and in doing so he moved her hand to his exposed turgid member.
"Wiat is this?" she queried.
"It's called a penis. Go ahead and kiss it while I "massage" you.
Karen was overcome with new sensations; she leaned down and kissed it, then remembering what she'd read in a novel she took it in her mouth and sucked.
During the time this went on the caller called her numbers: she would have won, had she been paying attention, but she'd just walked through a door which had been closed all these years.
