Vera kept her head down, holding down the hem of her jacket, hoping she had covered herself sufficiently.“There can’t be much business for an old ...lag like you,” the lad continued, “how much for a blow job darlin’, fifty p each, how about three for a pound.”All three burst out laughing again. Vera tried to walk round them but they blocked her path. She quickly reached in her handbag and produced her phone, holding it up.“If l press this button it will connect straight to the police,” she said,. She pulled her lips away, but only to nibble them on my sweet spot, then up and down my length.“Jesus, that’s nice,” I whispered again. My knees were getting wobbly, so I shuffled back a few steps to sit on the bed, pulling her with me on her knees. I tugged the towel off and nestled her between my legs.“More, please.”She licked my nozzle, then dipped her head to suck it in again. I could just reach her tits and massaged them as I watched her little mouth sliding up and down my cock. She could. We leave her sleeping and quietly close her door.I bustle about stripping soiled bedding, remaking the master bedroom bed and bundling sheets, pillowcases and sheets from the tool shed into the big front load washer, add detergent and peroxide bleach to the load before choosing the “Whitest Whites” setting. I dispose of my damaged clothing in the trash bin at the back door and ask permission to retain the pink robe for the ride home. “I’m tempted to say ‘no’ “ teases Mike “but you know you. Monday morning I watched the news, and there was the mother on TV. She waswearing a red sweater, a white skirt, black pantyhose I think, and a pair ofblack knee boots. She had her blond hair down, and she was a sexy looking women.That was when I knew I had to have her for my own sex toy. The next day I waited for the every one to leave the house so I could takea look inside. I parked my van out front and started to the back of the house.I was wearing a city uniform and the van was marked with.