She invited me in to sit at her kitchen table, and casually let her hand rest on my bare thigh, and my cock responded instantly. As I explained it fur...her, she moved closer to me, now gently rubbing her hand on my thigh, and smiling at me while pushing her breast against my arm. Of course, I knew we could fuck, but she also had her k**s around, one a 13 year old boy, and the other a slightly older daughter, who was a spitting image of her Mom, with long curly hair and a great smile, not to. Who would have thought that a library visitwould lead to this gorgeous woman biting my ass and massaging my balls?I was looking up some ancient stuff on networks (some of the basictextbooks were easier to use than the very specific info on the net),sitting at a table with a few massive books in front of me. Ninaswished past, wafting an intriguing scent of wildflowers, and I lookedup. That ass - wow, how could she walk in that skirt, I thought? Highheels, perfect stockings, short tight. "What makes you say that? She is, but how did you know?" Lena had theanswer before she was finished talking, but let him say it. "With a code name like that?" "Actually," Angel replied, "it's not a code name. My parents gave it to meat birth." While she talked, she was building a more detailed mental imageof him. She could see what Cassie was talking about, almost like a veryshort animation. "Oh, sorry. Well, now that the cat's out of the bag, whatcha got?" Lena had been reading him as well.. .....and the old asked again. Which hole bitch...and be sure to give the right answer.What the heck, I thought.....how could you know the right answer....."I do not want to choose", you said....."I am so horny I could not care less how, where, who or what" you said.The old man laughed. To bad we did not bring our dog then. And I saw him trusted into you.....and I heard you too.You made a lot of oh-ah-yes-good-big-more-harder-sounds....It was, again, confusng....I saw the younger ones face, he.