How did you imagine me?”“I imagined you had a beard,” she began. “I thought you would have long, narrow hands and an angular face. I thought y...u might have long hair, probably pulled back in a ponytail. You were taller.”“Were you disappointed?”“Perhaps. But not anymore. The artist I imagined was not very bright.” We laughed and the ice began to thaw. I reached into my pack and got a sketchbook. Sharon’s eyes grew wide as she realized I was going to sketch her right there at the table. “Oh no!. The second weekend that we were home, my cock had not been enough for her. She basically insisted that we visit the adult store about forty-five minutes from our house. She browsed the entire store. She selected the current issue of Penthouse Forum, another magazine of letters, a huge dildo (which she thought looked a lot like Barry’s cock), and a bullet vibrator for her clit. She was always more of a reader rather than a viewer when it came to porn. She loved reading Penthouse Letters in bed. ’ Doreen could no longer maintain her stern look. Her features softened, as did her voice when she asked him, ‘Did you like what you saw, Robert?’ Bobby, shocked stared at her. ‘Ah…yeah…I…I did,’ he stammered. ‘I’m glad to hear you say that, Robert,’ Doreen said. ‘Please, come with me.’ She took Bobby’s hand, pulled him to his feet, and led him to her bedroom. Bobby still totally confused, accompanied the assistant principal to her bedroom without protest. When they were in Doreen’s bedroom she. Clara started licking on her daughter’s pussy. I moved behind these two. My cock slid into Clara’s pussy and two fingers found their way into Michelle’s pussy. The choirs of sounds were music to my ears. All were having a good time. Soon the sounds turned to ecstasy and all four climaxed. I loved the mother / daughter action. Then Crissy asked the ladies to switch positions. Clara and Michelle assumed the down position and Wena and Crissy had their butts to me. I moved to get behind Wena who.