He said, it would be okay because she like riding a motorcycle. She was about 35 I wasn't attracted to her. So I guess he didn't feel threatened by me...taking her home, so we left, she lived about 25 miles away from the club, and so we got to her house, Come in and have some coffee I said okay. She asked me to make the coffee when it finish, she wanted to go and check on the k**, so when she came back in the kitchen she had on a see through nightgown, she was a little overweight but dam!! She. As I took her into my arms I was wondering about the contradictions Mrs. Backman had presented me with. Based on the way I'd rescued her daughter Mrs. Backman thought I was just the kind of guy she wanted for her daughter – the same guy who had said okay when she had given him a blatantly sexual (or so I thought anyway) come on. Where was the sense in that? Didn't the cock/leg push and the ass squeeze show me to be an untrustworthy asshole? And that's what she wants for her daughter? Like I. She kissed him very hard on the lips while slipping her hands down his pants for a moment. Then she patted him on the butt for a moment before turning to the rest of us.“Okay, I’ve eaten. The rest of you, especially the guest of honor, bon appetit, as the French would say,” Sarah winked at me now.“You’re not really on a cum-only diet, are you?” I teased Sarah while fondling my girls.“Strictly speaking, no, but if I had to, it would more than nourish me, as much as I like to swallow. Ted here. " Here she coyly pulled her thong aside, showing herunshaved labia, the lips wrinkled and pink at the opening to her cunt.I would think with a humiliated thrill of the hairless little thing inmy panties, submissively shaved, tucked up, not a bulge but a softpussy-like curve."'Like looking at my pussy? It's not for you. Bitches lick assholes,Look at mine now, take a good look."I looked at the little round hole above her cunt, in its indentation ofdarker flesh, forming a little puckered.