“No, don’t tell them. Please don’t tell them.”Gordy held out his hand. “The phone.”Reluctantly, unable to make eye contact, Paul dug his p...one out of his pocket and gave it to Paul.Gordy punched a couple of buttons, then looked disgusted. He held up the phone.There stood Angie bent over the sink. The picture had been taken from near the floor level revealing all of her legs, the heavier material at the top of her pantyhose with the central seam running right through the white triangle of her. She called her son and said that let’s leave. I then asked her as to where does she live. She told me the landmark and to my surprise, it was near my place. I asked if she had got any vehicle. She replied that will go by auto.This was the opportunity. I offered her to drop home by car. She refused initially. But then as her son was sleepy, she agreed and soon we reached the car. Her son slept. She made him sleep on the rear seat and we started towards home. While on the way we talk about our. It seemed like it was lined with many tiny crossways ridges as if it were corduroy, rather than the smooth and velvety texture I’d felt with others. It was warm and wet like a good pussy should be though.I reached out and cupped her soft and swinging bosom. Even though she was small each breast more than filled my hands and she moaned when I tweaked her nipples.By this time the noises from her roommate’s room had died out and Maira’s began to fill the apartment. She began bucking her hips. The MILF moaned.Just then I realized something: it was too quiet. “Erica, where’s your daughter?”Demie was pushing Erica back onto the couch.“She’s with her dad tonight, back tomorrow,” Erica replied dreamily.Now her yoga pants were off and Demie moved her face down to Erica’s crotch. “Oh Goddddd...” Erica groaned as Demie brought her mouth to the young mother’s pussy.“Hmp,” responded Demie at the mention of God. ‘He’s got nothing to do with this,’ is what she would have said if her mouth.