" Maid?" asked Pops, looking confused. "Ain't got no maid. You're the first paying visitors to stay here in two months." He blinked. "Besides Jimmy Jo..., I mean. He rents by the month."Dave felt a stab of concern. Had the woman stolen their clothes? That would be about par for this town.He wrote a description of the woman, filling the back of the envelope."Oh!" said Pops, after he laboriously read what Dave had written. "I fergot about Maria. She's not really the maid. She does odd jobs around. She scream and yell.Is not right. Please stop."I ignored her plead for mercy. I continued on with my mission. To fuck my mother.I began lick my mom pussy deep with my tongue and brush it up and down gently.It does not took that long, mom stop yelling and screaming. Her hands began pulliing and holding on tight on my hair. " Oooooooohhhh my god.Why is it feel so good." Oooooh Matt baby, where did you learn to eat pussy like that. Mommy feel good Matt." Uuuugh.,Oooooooooo mommy cummmming. Larry knew that good old Fred was in, but he had a problem choosing the third male. The problem was the old Econoline van. When Larry’s brother joined the Air Force, he left his old merrymaking wagon behind. It was tricked out pretty good as a party van, but it was an old style big commercial Ford Econoline with the horizontal steering wheel and lack of power steering. It drove like what it was- a work truck, and you needed to steer right to go straight. The thing swerved back and forth across. ”Jane heard the comment and wanted to shout out that of course it would hurt, and was equally annoyed with the comment about the size of her bottom. However, she knew her place and had to accept the teenage girls could say pretty much what they wanted. Anyway, it was her own fault, she kept reminding herself, and reflected again on the impending spanking and caning and all the pain that went with it. She just wished she was more like Mary and enjoyed the pain afterwards, but she wasn’t there at.