I don’t remember the last time I saw a man dressed so formally. It must have been 2025 or so, back when I used to be a fresh-faced coed ready to tak... on the world. In those halcyon days, I’d thought men in suits were the capitalist devil.He’s carrying a white paper bag that smells of things I’ve nearly forgotten. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was a to go bag from Café du Monde.He’s darkly handsome, with chiseled bones sharp enough to cut. Lines frame deeply set dark eyes, and his nose. I took the box and returned to my original position. I scooped a large amount of jelly and smeared it across her shithole, even adding some quantity inside her hole by inserting my fingers. I added some jelly to my cock also.Mom lifted herself up off the bed as I kneeled behind her. Again, pointing my cock head against her puckered hole I drove forward, trying to open her tight little virgin hole. Because of the lubrication her tightly closed hole gave up slowly allowing passage to my impaling. He looked down into her eyes and he could see she was feeling the same thing. Mike felt the warmth from her sensuous caress creeping into his loins and his cock responded by thickening in his pants. He broke eye contact with Jennifer for just a second while trying to rein in the sexual feelings her touch was igniting in him. When he looked back down into her eyes for a brief moment, he saw a playful impish smile and then it was gone as she pushed it away. This time the photographer would not. "Yes. It's time for me to talk to her anyway." Vicky will be here in a moment, miss." Bill headed for the stairs as Vicky made her way to the door.When Vicky opened the door, Rhonda exclaimed, "Where have you been... ?" and stopped short. She looked at her friend closely. "Victoria?" Yes," Vicky smiled, "it really is me. Come on in."Vicky showed Rhonda into the family room, and asked if she wanted anything to drink. Rhonda shook her head no as she continued to stare at her friend. "Victoria,.