She was a cute Hispanic girl that worked the convenience store we used to frequent during the night shift. I’d always go in there and grab a cup of...coffee and chat her up. She told me she was Honduran and came to the U.S. shortly after her husband was killed. She said he’d been a policeman back in Honduras and was killed by the d**g gangs in the line of duty. She said she had a thing for cops. I worked her for several months trying to get her to go out with me. She knew I was married and. Before long Marco was strokinganother rock hard erection. I spread my legs further and parted my pussy lips with my fingers invitinghim to slip his cock in me again. “I want you to fuck me hard again, and fill me with your spunk!” Isaid, as he stood between my legs. He slid his cock in and began to draw it In and out slowly until hereached full thrust. He gripped my waist with his hands as he focused on fucking me harder andharder. I placed my hands under my back to avoid friction burns to my. ‘Oh, God!’ she moaned. Her back arched as I stroked her. ‘God, that feels so wonderful!’ ********** Lascivious sensations roiled through her as his touch stoked the fires of lust brighter and brighter. She had no doubt now that she’d made the right decision in coming with him! This was awesome! ********** I was surprised and delighted by how soft and warm her skin was. I loved the contrast between the soft skin and firm, rubbery tips of her breasts. I loved the sounds my touch evoked and the. Becky gave mea nice silk robe to wear as they both sat me down at the vanity in Becky's room.They both examined me as if inspecting a wrecked car, making little commentsabout what and how to do things. "MMMMM" said Becky "what do you think Amy?"Amy stated "We have to work on her hair first" and without further commentstarted to brush out my hair, parting it as she went with clips. "I understandthat we have 10 days to play with, all our parents are gone" Are you stayinghere at Becky's....