She held her hand out to me and said, “You must be John. I am Brenda Martin, Carol’s mother. Please come in. It will be a couple minutes until ...arol is ready.” I shook her hand and stepped in. As I turned to look at her, I realized she had pink hair and was dressed in pink shoes, pink skin-tight jeans, and a pink button up blouse. The blouse had enough buttons unbuttoned to reveal a lot of cleavage. Hanging part way down into that cleavage was a polished pink stone suspended by a gold. .”“Okay,” Aron murmured against his lips and shut him up with a kiss.He didn’t mind that. Oh, he didn’t mind that at all, especially since Aron knew how to slide one hand underneath and lift him up, so they could meet thrust by thrust. It was just so, so good, to be kept in place by a strong hand wrapped around his wrists, and have another on his ass, squeezing, and a damn fine cock on his, while Aron called the shots and was doing a great job while at it.Had anyone said to Carter before that. I tell you friends before that in my school and college time i was studious and shy type never had any girl friends so virgin at all. There was no tution fee as it was a matter of family friends of my aunty. From the same evening she started comming to my home for learning ed. I was having my personal room on the roof of our house. So we started studies there, free from disturbances only my mom or aunt use to serve us some snacks during the studies. She was very bad at drawing and i started to. Clara had just woken up in the evening, napping in the afternoon had gotten her all worked up, dreaming about getting used, fucked. As she woke she knew her hand was instinctively rubbing at her warm wet centre. Fuck she loved being horny. Biting her lip tracing her hand up her stomach to her full jutting double D tits. Still half asleep pulling at her nipples knowing she needed to be used.She debated whether to get up or to keep playing with herself. Hmmm a tough one. But she knew she needed.