“You’re one of Jack’s favorites. Not like...” She cast a sour glance briefly back in Kimmy’s direction. “You know. Not just a warm hole wh...re he can stick his dick, like that useless piece of shit.” She drummed her fingers idly on the steering wheel. “Anyway, what’s up with you? You look ... I don’t know, down in the dumps. What’s going on?”“Lots of stuff,” Donna said. A weary sigh escaped her lips. “Mom and Dad came home from their trip to Italy while Dawn and I were in San Diego, and they. ” “Can I help you?” “My name is Mildred Leavenworth. I am with Social Services. I have been assigned to conduct an inspection of this home to see if it is fit for the occupancy of a small child.” I survey the social worker carefully. She seemed pleasant enough despite her professional demeanor, she reminded me of my Grandma Trudy. “Please, come in. Is there anything I can do to help? Would you be interested in a drink? Coffee perhaps?” “No, but thank you. I should be able to manage just fine.”. After some time, she inserted her own fingers inside her pussy and using her juices, she commenced the stroking of my cock. I then turned her on her side and lifting her leg up, I inserted my cock in her dripping snatch, and started stroking her. As I banged her harder and faster, I was also pounding her fleshy ass. The stoppage in the fucking earlier was great, as the sensations had to build again to enable me enjoy thrash the girl with my strokes. As I could not get my pleasure, I turned her. “I said you could watch.” Momma said with a smile.“Sorry, Momma,” Grace pouted. Momma reached out her hand and caught Grace by the wrist. “You naughty little girl, do I need to punish you?” Grace look at me, but all I could do was grin look a fool.“How…”Grace swallowed, “how will you punish me Momma?” “Get down here and watch what I do.”Grace wiggled around and crawled towards Momma, putting that perky little butt right in my face. Momma whispered something too soft for my ears, then placed a.