Nobody was in the kitchen, den, dining or living room. We did hear voices down the hall in the rec room. As we entered the sound of smacking wet bodie... and gyrations of three people greeted us. On the pool table lay Brian who had his cock impaled in Janice who lay on him chest to chest. Crouching over Janices backside was Jeff who was driving his cock roughly into her ass. My boys were doubling up their mother with precision thrusts and synchronized timing. Glancing at Maggie, she had a severe. She had a complexion that you suspected was a result of spraytan. Her wrists were adorned with gold bangles and she had a pair ofpearl earrings to match her pearl necklace."Hello love?" she said giving me a quizzical look. "You're not the boyfrom the university are you?" Yeah, that's me, I'm meant to spend the evening with you for the nextfew months I guess," you replied awkwardly still unsure of what you hadagreed to do for this woman."Oh wow, ok love," she said embracing me in a tight hug and. Rubbing me a little and then tears them off me. He throws them to the floor and teases his bell end on the entrance to my pussy. Easing it in and out very slowly, driving my completely over the edge. I've never got so wet from foreplay before. He's teasing me too much, I can't take no more. Pulling him close, I moaned, "Fuck me hard...NOW!" He shook his head, making me wait is unbearable. I'm begging him for a good hard ramming. He gives in, thrusting me 2 or 3 times and back slow again. I. It was Millie Bishop. More correctly, it was Mrs. Stan Bishop, which meant that she was the owner’s wife. That made her Queen Bee of the Blue Bird Diner, but the hive wasn’t very full in those days. Besides herself and Roxie there was only one other waitress. The trade just couldn’t support more than that.As it was, waitress’ hours were getting trimmed all the time. Of course, it wasn’t the number of shifts a waitress was scheduled for that counted, but if they worked the good shifts—when the.