"Alicia happily obeyed, sliding her sopping wet pussy across her daughter's face and settling on her mouth. Emily couldn't believe how sexy her mother...was. She had never even thought of her mother in a sexual way, but now she couldn't wait to taste the cunt she had been born from.As her mother's pussy made contact with her lips, Emily darted her tongue forward, burying it inside the wet, hot, mature snatch. Alicia moaned loudly, almost having an orgasm just from the taboo of what was happening.. I grinned and moved to her.Turning her to Face Mrs Wilson, I stood behind her and reached around. Slowly I unbuttoned the white blouse she was wearing and eased it off her shoulders. A vary thin, lacy bra was all that held Sheila’s small but beautifully formed 34A’s. The waistband of her flared blue skirt was easy and the garment slid over her hips. As she always did, she was wearing a white thong with her lacy garter-belt and tan stockings. Mrs Wilson’s eyes were drinking in the scene as. "Seven hundred."Rhea climbed off of him and looked at him shocked. "Seven hundred pounds. You had all the sex you could want at home. Why?"Simon shrugged and wiped his eyes. "She whips me," he murmured and Rhea howled. How could Simon do this to her? And Izzy? "But Rhea, please..."Rhea didn't wait for him to finish. She punched him, hard, in his solar plexus and tearfully ran out of the room to plunge the knife into the front wheel of their battered motor, and then jumped in to the waiting car. "I wonder if my insurance covers bullet holes and crashing my car on purpose?" She shrugged her shoulders and stood. "We gonna take the wrecker back?" Nah, I got another ride; I think you'll like it better," Finn said as he reached under the desk, pulled out a helmet and tossed it to her. He grabbed another helmet hanging from a hook on the wall and tucked it under his arm. They turned off the light and shut the door behind them.Finn led her to the side of the small office building. He stopped.