The furniture was definitely going to need to be steam cleaned after this weekend.Chris was pushing off of the armrest behind him with his foot to get...deeper into Karen's eager snatch. She could feel his cock so deep she thought it was in her stomach. "Fuck me baby...fuck me...That's it..." Karen's encouragement was quiet and her voice was beginning to get raspy and breathy. She turned her head and locked her eyes on Carrie's. "You like watching your son fuck me? Huh? You like watching. .. would he? We only just met and we’d only seen each other a few times since that first day, mostly just passing by each other on campus or in the hallway. Thinking about it, he was very attractive. He wasn’t tall, maybe 5’6”, but he was built like he was chiseled out of rock. I saw him on the way to the gym once and I remember seeing how built his arms were, how his shirt seemed too small to hide his chest and abs from taking their shape through it. Just thinking about it made my pussy. All of the sections were pretty much split up 50-50 gender-wise so there was no inference of gender bias. It was naturally assumed that the females would be less talented than the males just because of the nature of firearms use. In Honey's case, just the opposite was true. She had been certified as a small-bore expert in various categories and had almost made the Olympic team when she was at University. Her marriage had put an end to that "foolishness" in Donald's words since he was the one. The club was very near to Canary Wharf and Black Cab's abounded in the area now. Not so a few years ago when they would be as rare as Hen's teeth. No one living in Docklands at that time could afford a cab fare. But the influx of so many financial service types with cash burning holes in their pockets had changed all that. The cab took me back to Old Street and my office. I sat at my desk and stared into nothing. Nothing is what my life promised to be from now on. In that future, like an.