Judy was a confirmed lesbian, and from what I had learnt about her, she had been fucked in her teens by her brother before she swore off cock and beca...e an avid pussy licker. My cock was probably the first real one in her pussy in over 20 years.With hands on her hips for leverage I slammed deeply into her pussy whilst she moaned and groaned, and implored me to fuck her hard and deep.Judy had stormed into my home when I opened the front door.She was yelling and screaming at me, and accusing me. My dick was poking in her assShe was facing the wall and I was standing behind her and I didn’t want to control . Started pressing her boobs and kissing her neckShe was trying to control her moans. she was trying to keep quiteShe was breathing heavilyThose two men got some idea. But they were too drunk and leaveWe both started laughing in a naughty wayShe turned toward me and gave me a lip lock. Our tongues were fighting My hand was feeling her .I lift her dress upto her waistShe was wearing a. Charles saw a diner off a street. It was one-storey and had a sign outside it that said CRUSADERS. There were some bike-racks, already filled up with bikes. Charles tied his bike to a rack and then went inside the diner.The diner had two rows of chairs and tables. Each row was towards the wall and opposite each other. At the back of the diner was the counter. Two tables to his right were already occupied. One table was occupied by two elderly ladies. The other table occupied by four youths.. Like something out of a Norman Rockwell Painting. She’d read about him when some of her novels had made reference to him. He painted ideal perfect American home life, filled with smiling fat kids bustling around. But this was just dead silent, as if judging her quietly, whispering at her, “Whore. Prostitute.” She shoved her hands in her pockets, feeling the envelope that was proof of her crime and tried to drown out her mind in Normal Rockwell paintings.She pulled open the door and her mom ran.