Theylooked like they were her children. She looked tired, and looked likeshe was trying to hide the fact that she didn't want her picture taken.The se...ond picture was more of the same. I became aware of the factthat historically women didn't have the best life. The next tenpictures were of women who didn't look particularly happy. In fact,this entire room seemed to be photos of women living lives that theydidn't particularly enjoy. I could relate in a lot of ways. I wasn'tsure I would enjoy. "Royce you know they don't have a clue how many or who is dirty. They could be putting the fox in charge of protecting the hens," I suggested."True so they have you doing it. That could be so that they can get you both killed. Two birds one stone kind of thing," he said."And exactly what is my dad's dog in the fight?" I asked."Why do you think he has one?" Royce asked."I know my dad that should be enough, he does nothing that doesn't benefit him. You are here because he got you an early. My own hands were now inside her jeans and smoothing over her ass.Meg pushed me back onto the bed and pulled my jeans and shorts off in one swift tug. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. I pulled my shirt off and Meg straddled me, kissing my bare chest. She slowly worked her way down my body until her lips brushed the swollen head of my cock. I closed my eyes and moaned as she took my head into her mouth. Slowly sucking, licking and gently biting my cock. Meg had me as hard as I had. ”I slid my legs apart and continued,“Are you as good with you hands as you are with your tongue Tom?”“I’ve never had any complaints.” Tom said as 2 things happened. Firstly I slid my legs even further apart and secondly, Tom’s hand went between my legs to my pussy.Tom must have been quite a one for the girls in his younger days because he was just as good with his fingers. He told me that girls have this place inside then called a G-Spot and he found mine. With a finger from one hand rubbing my.