Bill Martin had a lot in common with her first husband,Claud Monet. Both were good looking and well built. Bothhad inherited money and were fairly wel... off, and bothwere hopeless bores in the bedroom. Always the optimist,Ann counted herself lucky to have a nice home andadequate finances… and respect, none of which she hadhad in her youth in Asia. First married to a selfish clod more than 3 times herage, she’d bounced to the opposite extreme and married ayouth 7 years younger than. Barry and Reginald chatted as they sat there drinking. Joyce had remained mostly quiet as she tried to keep her attention off the amazing feeling covering her body, and the every growing excitement in between her legs.After about another thirty minutes of drinking the Ecstacy had completely kicked in for Joyce, Claire had warned her that it was slow, but the most potent she had ever had. Barry hadn't even noticed her shallow breathing or her blushed face as he continued to talk politics with. I couldn't believe it as I watched him push against her trying to push in deeper."Tightest damn cunt I ever fucked—" the man grunted and finally began to pull back dragging his juice-drenched prick back with him. As the monster reappeared, I could see that it covered in juice as the thick goo bubbled out around it and ran down into the crack of my mom's ass. "Wettest one, too," he snickered. "So big," mom groaned while the man pulled back until only the evil, barbed tip of his cock remained. “I’ve seen too many little girls fall in love to know you are pretending to not have feeling for him. “I’ll leave you to it, Steven.” He pats the man on the shoulder, turning to leave. “Good luck.”“If you touch me, I’ll scream,” Tabitha tells Steven, trying to speak firmly, but very much afraid her voice is wavering. Goddamn these feelings.“Don’t be silly,” he tells her. “You’re acting like this for no reason. I’ll tell you what; all I’ll do is rub you a little.” He rubs his hand over her mound.