She was about fifty or so, her hair, once blonde was now something less than blonde more of an off-white sort of color. Her body was trim, probably as...much from hunger as from exercise. She was almost running as she came toward his car, like she was afraid that he might leave before she got to him.Rita had hit on this guy before, she couldn't remember how much she had gotten but he was an easy mark, she just needed to get him to stop and let her talk to him for a minute or so. If she could get. His raging hard fucking cock was ravishing her cunt, she humped her hips meeting each of his strokes, his pubic bone slamming into her with each mighty stroke.As he fucked her she felt her orgasm begin to build. "Master I'm going to cum… You're going to make me CUM! Master!" Yes my love, your reward is CUMMING… CUM for me my wet little slave slut!" He beamed as he pounded her CUNT… "Baby I can feel it! You're my CUMMIN CUNT! So FUCKING TIGHT! SO FUCKING WET! THAT'S IT BABY MAKE LOVE TO MY COCK!. "An open mouth kiss. Lick it like you were licking a popsicle." she added."But I don't want to." Jane said"Do you want him to grow up to set real bombs off? This is his punishment, and I'd advise that you do it!"Reluctantly, she started licking his cock. Slowly at first, then faster as she became more adept.Brad was trying to hide his groans, eyes still shut."That's a girl, your doing really, really good!" Brads Mom said encouragingly.When Jane looked over at his Mom, she noticed that she had. My mother didn’t support it, at all. Neither did my step-father, of course.”“How did you find out about your dad?”“I found some letters he’d been sending, that my mom had been hiding from me for over ten years.” Clara looked at me pointedly. There was a touch of resentment in her voice.“Whoa!”“Yes, quite a shock!” She laughed and then took a deep breath. “The story is long and ugly, Matt, but suffice to say that I found my father. Like I said earlier, he wasn’t the person I’d imagined. All I.