She walked back to her normal corner, and talked a short time with another girl that worked there, then one of her regular guys came by. They had “w...rked” together once, and Trixie had said that she had been wanting to do it again. Sara just smiled at her, and said that it had been an interesting experience for her, but unless the pay was worth it she would have to pass. Sara liked Trixie well enough, in fact after the John left that night they stayed in the room and Sara walked to the liquor. She opened up and talked about the other guy and how they pretty much fuck like bunny's even when she's mad at him he will force himself on her and she always gives in because he buys her stuff. (Never thought my MIL was a secret kinky whore but she definitely is). I was instantly hard and said "I cant believe we are talking about this you know I still feel like I should tell your Daughter." My MIL began to sob saying "No it will destroy her and you know that plus Ill tell her about us. I. “I’ve wanted this since I first met you.” I whispered in his ear.“Me too. When I masturbate, I sometimes imagine you in your cocktail party dress.”The thought of that pushed me over the edge of orgasm. After my spasms stopped, he rolled us over and started pounding me from the top. I asked him to slow down for a bit and we made out for awhile as he rhythmically pushed his penis into me and slowly dragged it back out.And then there was a loud knock at the door. We both jumped up instantly. I. I could still discern the alluring shadow of dark pubic hair in the centre and the hint of her cleft.She turned me on a lot. With her sweet, still immature face and sexy blossoming body, she exuded an innocent, sylphic sexuality that appealed to me. Unfortunately, sun and heat dried her bikini, the hints of her body underneath vanishing.“I’ve been thinking about it. I think you should clean out your study, go through everything, then remove all the furniture and that dark wood paneling. Once.