Irma? No, that was, um – Shirley McClaine playing a whore. I – um – Is – Is – something. Isolde! That’s it! You’re Isolde!” he exclaim...d. “Yup, that’s me.” she said. “How’d you wind up here? I heard you got married to some corporate guy and had a kid and all,” he said. “Yeah, I did. But he ran off with some bimbo secretary, and my daughter got pregnant and moved in with the guy and I got hooked up with a crazy-ass mechanic musician whom, I might add, pisses me off constantly, even though I. ”Let me go check on Tom,” Janie said, ”He is pretty sick.”I watched her bare ass under her nightshirt, still no panties, as she climbed the stairs. My cock began to rise again. I quietly followed her up the stairs. Looking down the hall, I saw her disappear into the master bedroom. I walked to the door and listened.Nothing but the sound of Mr. Ellis snoring. My dick was already hard from thinking about Mrs. Ellis’ ass. I boldly pushed my shorts down and then stepped into the room. Janie was. Then I felt her hips wiggle. It was slight at first, but when it continued I could even feel them press back against me. I was still unsure if this was really happening as I tested my luck once again. I put a little more sunscreen on my hands and reached around to begin rubbing the exposed sides of her big tits."Oh...that feels so...hold on...let me just..." I could tell Mikey's mom was enjoying this almost as much as I was when she began to turn over onto her back. I straddled her once again. The usual tip, or ‘thank you’ for that is the amount of an American dollar. I did not think you had a woman and would want to use me. I guess I was wrong and I apologize.”“Do your parents allow this?”She kept her eyes down. “I am an orphan. These people took me in so I must do everything they expect to repay their generosity. I am not paid for my work but can keep my tips. I save them and hope to continue school someday.”I interrupted her, “I know you have more work to do but I would like you.