But I had made sure not to choose an apartment in the same block as Claire: that would have made life just too awkward.I was still ass-fucking Claire ...n a regular basis. Mostly it was in the Cleaning Manager’s office. Claire was desperately hunting for husband and babyfather material; she found plenty of candidates who measured up in the physical sense, but nobody who measured up in the relationship sense. So every few weeks, after she’d dumped another loser, she’d call me and invite me round. .. " Why won't you-" I heard my mom talking from the bathroom and she came out with the dress on, it was so tight that I could see the outline of the detail of her black lace bra and she apparently had on hose so that made me horny as fuck. But anyways she looks and me and asks "hey can you help me? " And I said "okay wassup? " And she turns around and the zipper is up halfway, "I can't seem to get it to go any higher...can u help me? " Of course like a good boy I accepted and got my fingers on. ... Oh! I.... Your tongue... Oh God, I’m.. My daughters....” she moaned and panted until Olive pulled her mothers head down and kissed he passionately, it didn’t take long for her mother to start to return the kiss. As they kissed Olive grabbed her mothers ass slowing her frantic pace. When her mother had slowed enough Olive reach underneath her mothers skirt and turned the vibrator off and slowly worked it in and out.“Okay mommy I want you to close your eyes and stay on all fours as still as. Jasmine's swarthy legs were braced apart in a taunting, yet argumentative posture and she unconsciously flexed her gluts to accent her points of the discussion at hand."Are you sure it's all right?" Diane asked with a whine and a squint.When the two women had inspected an antique shop earlier Diane had seen an obsidian statuette of two lovers entwined, that she had wanted. The sculpture had been priced a bit steeper than Diane was willing to pay. As they left the shop, a man had driven up to.