“What’s that?” she said over the sound of the water.“OK you win,” I repeated. How could I refuse when she fucked so nicely.“Good, what’... for supper?” she asked, “I’ll phone mom and tell her to pick up her shit and stay the fuck away from here.”“Say go easy, she’s your mom,” I advised.“Sure, but half the time I’m the adult and she’s the kid,” Janie sighed, “I can’t deal it that shit anymore.”“Right,” I agreed.“You’re a nice guy, you said you loved me when you fucked me,” she added, “I like you. I looked them both over as I set them up with an hourly room; almost exactly an hour later I heard the door close upstairs and they started down. I tabbed to the window for the video and ran it.It was one of a smaller white guy taking about 10 inches of thick black meat. He was taking all of it while moaning and gasping like hell and, really getting his hole stretched wide. After a few pretty good yelps from the bottom (the older guy was paying) the older guy got a quizzical look on his face. After throwing up she stood up, arched backwards, rain poured down her front, hair was soaked, water ran down her ample breasts, pubic hair, super hot picture. When I brought her water and mouthwash I also brought a bar of soap and shampoo, she laughed, thought what a great idea. She lathered up, gave herself an outside shower, I washed her back. Said she just wanted to lie on the grass, feel the rain hit her body and soak up the moment. Man, she looked sexy lying there knowing a new life was. I was still clinging to the hope of getting my own clothing line into the hands of the right people. Simon and I had planned to meet at a cozy restaurant. When I arrived he had already ordered the wine. We shared a private little corner spot and had the most delightful dinner. Simon made a call just as we were leaving the restaurant. Instead of going down town, we took a cab out to a rather desolate area. I was sort of surprised to see Mr. Keeven waiting there in an empty field with the.