Matt never believed what his friend Kyle told him the night before. Kyle said that he’s been to a bakeshop called Aunt Martha’s and got fucked by two mature grannys.
“Yeah, I know it was unbelievable. You just have to believe it, the bakeshop was owned by two horny mature fuckers and they dominated me and that’s it. Hey, I didn’t say that they raped me or something, but man, they made the move. Those mature fuckers were bombs, really,” Kyle told him with cheeks all flushed.
“You mean, the one named Martha and her sister Tammy? Who the hell are you kidding? Oh, come on, Kyle, I didn’t realize you were fantasizing to fuck an milf cunt?” Matt said, he threw a plastic bottle to Kyle.
“Ouch!” Kyle laughed, “Hey man, if you don’t want to believe it, then don’t. But I tell you, you have to beware and don’t buy your muffins there or you’ll end up really dried up, like me.”
But the next morning, I found myself inside Aunt Martha’s and buying some freshly-baked bagels which I will bring to my girlfriend’s.
“Good morning, I’ll have 6 whole wheat bagels, please, and one of these,” I pointed to the oversized muffins on the stand.
The lady with short, cropped hair smiled at me, it was Tammy, Martha’s sister. “Six warm bagels coming up,” she aid as she wrapped my bagels with brown paper.
Martha arrived while I was paying my purchases. She stood behind me but I ignored her. “You’re Kyle’s friend, aren’t you?” I heard her say to my ears.
“Yes,” I answered briefly. I felt Martha’s hands brushed against my back, and a current rushed to me.
“Oh, we have had an amazing afternoon with your friend yesterday,” she whispered as she cupped my ass with both her hands.
Things happened fast, and the next thing I know, I was talking with Kyle, admitting that he was right about the two mature grannys in the bakeshop. They fucked me until I was dry for the day.
