Fuck my pussy damn it. I listened and I fucked her hard with my fingers then I slowed down and started to tease and play with her. I put two fingers i... and started pressing on her g-spot as she started fucking my fingers. I knew I had that spot just right. I kept pressing harder and harder and just then she grabbed my hand but I wouldn't allow her to move it because I could feel her pussy tightening up around my fingers. I knew she was about to squirt for me and I wanted to get that ultimate. I always loved going to his house. His mom was gorgeous. I would do whatever I could to get close to her, and I think she enjoyed the attention from me. Her son was a complete fuck-up, and her husband was overweight, so she liked having me around. I was "normal", and a good looking k**.I remember one night when my friend and I had finally decided to crash out after drinking, smoking weed and listening to punk rock music. His parents were out of town and we had the house to ourselves. I'm. It is stored on an USB dongle that cannot be copied. I thought I found it in the safe, when you distracted the Dame so thoroughly, but the one I got contained the footage from her office surveillance cameras. Interesting stuff, but not what we needed. That reminds me – you probably want to erase what was recorded last week.”Dad blushed a bit. “Don’t change the subject. What is the information?”“It’s a formula”“A formula for what? Drugs? Weapons?”“No, not weapons or drugs. Or, not exactly”“Then. "Fred knew a little of the girls' history and chuckled, as he knew they were very self-sufficient and all knew how to take care of themselves.Back up at the house, the two men decided to head back to town, so I said goodbye and watched them leave. That's when I saw the old Ford tractor moving up the rows with the cultivator on it. I know I didn't flip the big rear tires, and I doubted Sissy could do it. When my sis got back to this end, I asked her who widened the front and flipped the wheels..