“No fucking way…”, Tim murmured to himself and the bathroom as he eyed the person standing in the way of the bathroom. “Hi.” Lana stood wit... one hand behind her holding the knob of the door she’d just locked. Her other hand was clutched to the back of her neck, twirling her fingers in her dark brown hair. She arched her back on the door as she took a deep breath, the tits suffocated her tight shirt rose in response. Tim, silent, watched her nipples protrude and point in his direction. What. I told Sara to tell Patty she had 24 hours to get ahold of me or a warrant will be issued for her arrest on charges of adultery. The line goes dead.The next call came on Jane’s phone it was her husband, she smiles and says here we go then answers the phone Jane says hello her husband yells WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE PAPERS YOU HAD ME SERVED WITH, Jane says can’t you read they are devorce papers for your adultery with your young little girl friend there at the fishing camp that you have the. She felt the first hot jets of semen shoot forth andsplash on her thighs, soaking through the nylon of her stockings andwarming her skin beneath the layers of hosiery; sticky gobbets of spermran down over her clenched fingers coating her painted red fingernailswith hot viscous fluid. As Michele heard both men groan with the intensityof their combined orgasms she wriggled her body and flicked her hair,staring back into the lust filled eyes of her audience. She was taken withthe power she held in. She didn’t seem to mind at all.Her place was one half of a duplex, in a line of nearly identical apartment buildings that covered three blocks. She unlocked the door, let me inside, and then put her purse down on the kitchen bar, which was next to the door.She had nice furniture and the place was decorated well. I saw several pictures of her with a boy and a girl at various ages, including some graduation pictures.Genuine Milf, I thought.She opened her purse, pulled out a wallet from inside,.