I was so jazzed I grabbed my stuff and was out the door within five minutes of waking up. Just before I left, I stopped and grabbed the sketchbook wit... my original sketches in it. I stopped at the all-night Starbuck’s a block from campus and the only person in it was a sleepy-looking barista who did her best to smile at me when I came in. I got a shot in the dark—a dark roast coffee with a shot of espresso—and a bagel sandwich and headed back out the door. I noticed the barista had pulled two. I know some company’s cut corners on their female product, but not FQA, as our advertisements say, we are a trusted name in female flesh for the last hundred years.”Brenda smiled. “That’s why we picked your company for our female needs.” She paused. “So are you married?”Miss Ward smiled. “No, you?”Brenda blushed. “No,” then asked. “How old are you? I heard your forty.”Miss Ward looked at the dancer and then Brenda. Smiled, “39. How old are you?”Brenda looked at her drink. “14.”“Once I dated a. I could almost feel her breath. She’d been there all the time, listening in, perhaps fingering herself, perhaps even cuming in time to her mother. I must be honest it was sooo sexy to think that.I stood there for a few minutes, just a inch of door between my face and hers, so wanting her to open the door. Then I turned, deliberately made a noise to let her know I knew she was listening in and went and got a glass of water.When I came back upstairs I could see the door was shut. She’d shut. It featured a brunette with a pretty little face and an average bust. Her ass is what really shined. The male was muscular but not huge. He had an athletic frame and what looked like to be a seven inch dick. His girth wasnt too bad either and looked like he was large enough to give some serious pleasure to a woman. I took my clothes off and just as my underwear my wife entered the room with her shots. She had already taken the liberty of undressing herself on her way to get the drinks. She.