With their daughter in 6th Grade and only working 3 days per week at “Jayne’s Health & Beauty Spa”, she would often find herself with hours to s...are and nothing to do. It was during these free hours that she would find herself in front of the computer flirting outrageously in chat rooms or e-mail exchanges with men from half way across the world. Many an afternoon had found her well manicured fingers wandering down to her well trimmed, moist pussy and playing with herself, lost in her own world. In the back of a theater showing of "The Hunger", my inhibitions lowered by the smoke she and I had shared, I confessed my secret. I leaned in close, and whispered, "I want you."She turned and looked at me, surprised at my boldness. She took my hand and pulled me from the theater, to the privacy of the fire escape. She asked if I was playing a game. She asked if I was serious. I looked into her eyes and saw that my desires were not unreciprocated.I spoke with the sincerity of unalloyed desire.. You're the only one my age I know. If you got cancer then I wouldn't have any friends."Crash's smile got bigger. "I'd like to be your friend, too. Okay, I'll try to quit. But only because we're friends." What are you doing here?" Matilda asked."I live here." He thrust his thumb over his shoulder without turning."With your family?" Naw, ain't got no family. Been on my own for a long time." I don't have a family either." What about that French guy?" I just live with him. He took me in when my. He cried out as the pain shot through his body just as his orgasm burst. He slammed into her one last time, his cock exploding inside her. He humped into her, his cock in spasm as he pumped his spunk into her. He could feel her contracting, milking his cock with her cunt, draining him of every last drop of spunk.Suddenly there was a piercing scream from the doorway.“What are you doing?” Evette screamed.“What do you think we’re doing sweetheart,” Mary smirked, “we’re fucking. I’ve opened my.