Right, sort yourself out Jennifer, she thought to herself, as she leaned back into her seat and looked up to the unusually clear, blue sky. Perhaps it...was a sort of prayer, although she wasn’t really sure if she believed in a God, but she’d been getting quite desperate lately. She closed her eyes for a moment. Get a grip Jen, get a grip! she thought. It was almost nine. Focused and ready to go, she swung open the door of her sporty Volkswagen Golf, leapt out, and headed off towards the little. ”Jan panted, “Do you think that cock of yours is enough, will it satisfy a slut like me?”As she was talking she razed her hips slightly and hooked her thumbs round the top of her knickers, hastily she pushed at them, Sam took them and slid them down her legs now she was also now naked.Her legs were slim and the dark patch of soft hair covering her pubic bulge stood out in contrast to her pale skin. Sam stroked her silky patch and sighed, “Your pussy is beautiful, and my cock is aching to fuck. She then brought her purse and the bag containing Tim's street clothesover to the bed as Tim sat up. She took out his complete male outfitthen reached into her purse and produced a man's billfold. She openedher pocket book and took out ten crisp new one-hundred dollar bills andput them in the wallet. She then tucked the wallet into the back pocketof Tim's blue jeans as Tim looked on. She set a pair of tennis shoes onthe floor by the bed then reached back into her purse. This time shetook. Talking of older ladies, Mark’s mom appeared in the doorway, just in time to see her son wiping the tip of his penis clean using his young friend’s hair. The 30-something shared her boy’s golden curls and nigh-constant, laidback smile. A hippy remnant of the bygone age. She frowned now though, the nearest hint of sighing disapproval you ever got from the woman...“Oh Mark! You shouldn't use the poor girl's hair like that! I know you three are at a very important stage of exploration with each.