Alan focused on her. It felt easy. Instead of something in words, or even an image, he pushed at her, steadily harder and harder, with one single feel...ng. Lust. Pure, thoughtless desire. A burning need, right at the loins. Her strut began to slow. Her glances were less sideways. Alan could even tell from the small distance that her huge bust was beginning to heave steadily. He imagined every feeling of her legs moving, emphasized how the fabric of her bikini bottoms rubbed. Every shift in the. " He stood up and took the child back to the crib and tucked her in. He pulled a teddy bear and a pacifier out of his pocket and gave it to her. She fell immediately asleep. He turned to Carol. "She's a wonderful little girl. You should be very proud." he finished. "Who the hell are you?" Carol asked. "And what are you doing in my house?" "My name is Mort." He answered walking back to the chair. Carol noticed that there were wings on the back of his tuxedo. Mort sat back down. "That doesn't. And there she was - backed up against the kitchen counter with a young man (obviously the delivery courier) mauling her breasts. Her hands were groping at his crotch, obviously trying to liberate his cock.I did the only thing I could do: I pulled out my stiffening tool and prepared to enjoy the spectacle.I have to admit, the young man had an impressive cock. Not massive, but deliciously thick. Phyllis obviously agreed, as she was soon on her knees, encasing his hard dick between her lips and. Marie curled up at Jessica’s feet, resting her head on her mistress’s leg. Erica, meanwhile, was struggling to maintain her composure. She had never come like that with a client before, and didn’t know what she could say without sounding unprofessional. She finally settled for a loud exhale and a quiet “Wow.”Absentmindedly petting Marie’s head, Jessica looked over at Jane, who had a look on her face that Jessica recognized. The poor thing had given without receiving, and was badly in need to.