.a...prostitute," I rejected. I looked at her coldly.Suddenly I felt dizzy and collapsed to the floor slowly; I opened my mouth but could not speak an...more. "Please forgive me," Susan said coldly. That coffee, that damn coffee that Susan prepared!***I blinked my eyes. "Ouch, my head..." I murmured. I woke up with a very thick head; I began to glance round the room before I left the bed.Just at that moment, the door opened and Susan walked in. "Janet, how are you?" she asked, her lips parted in. “My vote is still out on the small town living but so far I don’t have any major complaints. Living next to the lake is what I would say is a big plus and something I enjoy about living here. The negative maybe is my social life in regard to finding some female companionship but other than that I can’t complain.”“That was pretty much my concern when I first came here. I was able to meet some women at the hospital and at the country club I joined. If you golf or have an interest in doing it the. Momma got pregnant with me when she was eighteen.”We quickly stood and took the clothes off of each other. She gazed at my erection. “I never imagined that it would be so big!”I held her tightly as my cock rubbed against her belly. We moved to the bedroom where she slept with her momma. I pushed her so she was prone on the bed that she and her momma had sex together. I kissed down her body and through her pubic hair mound. Wanda had opened her legs to give me full access to her pussy. The sweet. By the time Indiana thawed out enough to allow travel, we sent Grandma Jean home to where she lived at the time in Indianola, Iowa. We then jumped into our 1973 Chevrolet Chevelle Laguna four-door pillared hardtop and drove like hell for the Gulf States. We liked what we saw out there, we knew we were in our new home state when we saw a herd of Harley riders cruising on Interstate 8 between Casa Grande and Gila Bend. They were all wearing T-shirts, jeans and biker boots—no gloves or jackets..