She ducked into a hallway that lead to the women's bathroom. She bent over to adjust her fishnets, letting me see her ass as she did so. I could see s...e wasn't wearing panties. I pushed her up against the wall hard and slid my hand down to her pussy as I hungrily kissed her. My fingers slid right inside her wet, shaved hole. I fingered her as I whispered what I wanted to do to her. Her body bucked as my fingers fund her clit. "You want my cock?" I asked her. "Oh yes," she moaned. "Say it." "I. "So you'll know who might be calling you for escort service." I watched her go the rest of the way to the front door. In my dreams...But she actually did call. It was the next night, right around 1:00, when I felt the cell vibrating. I pulled it out of my pocket and clicked it but said nothing; my phone manner is a little abrupt, but people who ordinarily call me know that."Uh ... Pete? Peter?" I heard."It's me," I said."This is ... well, it's Jennifer." Jennifer Aniston," I said confidently.. “I didn't recognize you in that tin can.” The busty girl teased, as she bounced up and down, her large tits jiggling madly.Her brother laughed as he dismounted his war horse. “Yeah, it's made more for war, then a stroll through town, but I didn't want to take the time to get out of it. My sis has a birthday today.”“It's so good to see you.” The young woman practically purred, hugging the large half-elf, despite the awkward armor getting in the way.“Look at you all grown up. You going to be a. As well they should have. This mother-daughter pair were simply gorgeous. Cheryl with her mature, still solid and well-built voluptuousness, and Tiffany’s youthful sexiness, They were the things that fantasies are made from. I moved toward the blanket and the duo made room for me to lie down. I stretched out, face down so as to hide my, shall we say, excitement. Almost immediately Tiffany had the oil and squirted some on my back. I closed my eyes as she began to rub it into my skin. I have to.