"He's got money. He'll make sure you're never in need." She sighed to herself, 'If only that had been true'. Her husband made his money from women. Re...ruiting them into his slave trade as she called it. Lending them out to men for an evening in return for their money. She wasn't impressed. Oh, she had been lucky to start with as he hadn't wanted her soiled but then as their marriage progressed; he had grown tired of her. When her father finally died, he became even worse. He used her to control. Pressing against it teasingly, she worked to undo his button and his fly. Without the restraint, it sprang free, and she felt the shift in weight beside her as he removed his pants entirely. “Oh my,” she whispered as she slowly wrapped her hand around his shaft. She traced her finger up its length and swirled it around the tip, admiring the velvet smoothness of his skin. Then she wrapped her hand around his member again and pumped it deliberately, feeling him respond and groan. Gradually she. So while we we’re in the country we didn’t do much…but what we did do was fuck and we did a lot of that…So the one night came along and I wish sitting in the living room on the couch watching TV. While my mom and my grandmom were in the kitchen cooking…Now from my seat on the middle of the couch you could turn your head to the left and see the kitchen and vice versa. So while I’m looking in the kitchen I can’t help but stare at my grandmom’s and my mom’s fat asses.My mom was wearing tight booty. She had a concerned look on herface whereas he had a cool look of detachment. The bistro did three spinsas I surrendered to what was the most intense hormonal rush I had everexperienced while Derek and Helen seemed to move in the distance andspeak above me, although I could vaguely sense I was the sole topic ofconversation. I felt like I was in a state of temporary suspendedanimation while erotic thoughts tumbled through my brain and images of mymother's lovely thighs filled me with a longing.