If he'd been capable of taking his eyes off her for a second and looking around the room, he would have seen that she had caused a similar reaction to...every other man who had seen her.By the time she reached the table and sat down, John was speechless. He felt as though his mind had been turned into putty by the gorgeous creature in front of him. He was vaguely aware that she was saying something, but he couldn't stop staring at her cleavage and remembering that ass - that ass! - of hers."Sorry. .no,” she muttered, tears streaming down her face.Kevin wrapped her blonde hair around his finger and tugged it as hard as he could without tearing it from her head. She shrieked in pain, while Kevin glared down at her.“Open, slut,” he hissed.Margo did as told, and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Kevin let go of her hair and took his cock in hand to aim it right at her. He stood there for a minute, doing nothing. Margo looked up to meet his eyes, not sure what to expect. Thus, all. “I’ll come back,” he said.She hopped up, disregarding the stream of white that ran down her inner thigh, and got her purse. She pulled out a fifty dollar bill.“This is for everything you’ve done for me,” she said, holding it out.“It’s too much,” he said.“No ... it’s not,” she replied.As with Tilly, about once a week was enough for Martha. She felt bad about doing what she was doing, but then Arthur would be Arthur, and she’d come up with some reason to call Bobby over.Mamma noticed.“How is it. You obviously have it for me badly, Mom, but I have to ask you something. Something big, and I want you to be honest with me. Will you do that for me, please?" Sure, sweetheart," I responded, placing my hands on her legs. "I'll do anything for you."She stayed silent and broke eye contact. I had no idea what she needed to ask me, but her head angled down. I just encased my arms around her and held her close. My pussy was still soaked, but I just thought of her as my daughter right then."Are you.