" Oh!" the newcomer's brown eyes seemed to light up, turning almost amber beneath the soft lights. "That sounds delicious, thank you." It's pretty goo...," Wren took a sip as if to prove it and the woman nodded eagerly."I see that," she said and offered a hand gracefully. "I'm Stacy." Stacy," he nodded. "I'm Wren." That's a nice name. Unusual. I like it," she decided agreeably. "You have a little..." Stacy smiled and touched her upper lip."What? Oh!" Wren's face reddened slightly and he frowned,. ." her son muffled from beneath her a signed that everything was alirght.they both tried to move but the broken toilet pinned Laura down on top of her son and the shock had still not worn off."mark, honey i'm stuck so give me a minute, are you ok. i'm not crushing you.??" she lifted herself up a littled, this pulled her cunt off her son's face a few centemeters"i'm i'm ok..Mom, are you alright" i'm Ok, but i'm stuck and hurt, can you breath fine??" yeah, i'm ok i all good...i'm sorry i didn't. BRING PIZZA” I hung up, paranoia spilling over. 20 mins later, she was at my door, and yes with pizza too. She looked gorgeous as ever. Slim, tall, dark red hair that she swore wasnt dyed, and deep green eyes I could get lost in. She was dressed in her usual casual style. Simple black t-shirt and jeans. She sat on my sofa as I got the pizza separated out. She seemed relaxed but something was still on her mind. I decided to leave it until she felt ready so talk. This took only a few minues of. The decadent emissary pushed Charity's face down to his cock and explored the inside of her saliva filled opening with his semi-flaccid shaft. She was not stressed because of his inability to muster a rock-hard stand like the young slave-boys of the harem. Sensing his acceptance of her inquisitive fingers in the sensitive rim of his puckered bottom, she began to push inside with impudent familiarity.Soon the aging minister was bellowing out his appreciation for her efforts. Charity was gleeful.