Upstairs would be two small bedrooms, a half-bath, and possibly some attic space for storage.She led me by the hand into the living room. "Just grab a...seat on the couch. I'll be in the kitchen." she called, releasing my hand and heading through the door at the other end of the room.Her head popped back around the corner. "And throw something on the hi-fi while you're waiting." She disappeared back into the kitchen.I found the hi-fi and panicked a bit. What should I play? What did she like? I. When I would she her pull up, I would know the routine. It meant her son, my friend, was at practice and she needed to be fucked. It wasn’t all bad, and I’m sure a lot of boys would have jumped at the change to change places with me. I just wasn’t that attracted to her. She was old, her breasts were saggy, her pussy huge and musky. I was more attracted to her husband, at least at that point. I had been curious about cock, he was a wonderful loving teacher. Once in her bedroom, she liked to have. "It was a lesbian business woman. She was here on some kind of convention, and had just gotten a promotion. They wanted to surprise her with a girl in her hotel room." The story enthralled me. What a secret world there was out there.Goosebumps erupted on my legs as she helped me step out of the skirt."Ta-da," Raquel sang. "I was the surprise girl." Did you find that exciting?" Actually, I did." And her?"She peeled my panties down, and off, and felt a naughty thrill, being naked in my back yard,. When she wasn't serving, they had her stand leaning against the wall, face forward, legs open wide. They'd pelt her with pieces of breadstick or croutons, watching them bounce off her ass and thighs. Each time they needed more wine, she poured it, then they had her kneel and eat the bits of food off the floor while they laughed and teased her. After dinner, they went right to work on her ass. They were excited, had been talking for two weeks about how they both wanted to fuck her ass at the.