"Oh my Pretty rose we were so happy to have you for a second time this week. Now would you like some wine or scotch?" I remembered how much easier it ...as with booze so said. "Scotch."Mark motioned me over and I noticed they had some food.He handed me a glass."Drink up." Jen began to undo my bra as I drank the scotch. He noticed the bruises on my breasts as his wife saw the ones on my legs. "Oh beautiful what happened to you?" I winced and admitted to them, "My last clients." Jen kissed my lips.. She knew that Victorians houses were overly decorativebut they out did themselves when it came to color. They looklike a candy store with all the bright colors. Her parents were c***dren of the hippie generation thatwent from free love to money grubbing capitalist...he, he.Both of them worked long hours to build that big retirementnest egg, and Melissa's college fund. They were among thegeneration that believed in zero growth to save the worldsresources. That is why they only had one. She stroked me with her right hand as her mouth engulfed my sack. She rolled them around her mouth and nibbled them, moaning all the time. "Mmmmm, you taste perfect," she said. Still stroking and looking up at me she purred, " I want you to cum for me baby." Faster and faster her mouth and tongue slide up and down. Instinctively my hips started rocking back and forth as I glided deeper and deeper in her mouth. I felt myself getting ready to explode and she could to. Her moaning was getting. “Maybe because we were squares. I think I'm going to need a fuck. OK with you?”We fucked and then held each other close in our post coital euphoria.“I think that we are going to fuck much more often. What do you think?”, I asked.“Oh! Yes, please!”When we woke up in the morning our bodies were still pressed together, and my dick was erect, thanks to her hand wrapped around it. She guided my dick into her sloppy cunt and we fucked again.“My god! I love the feel of your dick in my cunt. Fuck me,.