Pete could feel her hands running over back of his head. She pushed him against her, forcing more of her breast into his mouth. Sucking her nipple har...er, Abigail let out a louder moan. Her hands ran from his head, down his back, around front and quickly unbuttoned his pants. Pete smiled as he felt Abigail’s smooth, soft hand grip his hard cock. As Abigail stroked Pete’s hard cock, he switched and took Abigail’s other tit into his mouth, sucking on her already erect nipple. “Mmm Pete, I need. Back then if you didn't know she was 38 you'd probably have guessed her to be in her early 30s at the very most. She was divorced some time before she and her son Robert moved to the little midwestern town of Sheridan and the two of them lived on the edge of town where she pretty much kept to herself, not socializing with the other moms or anyone else, for that matter.Sheridan itself was predominantly a fundamentalist Christian community and local ordinances prohibited liquor stores or the. She had, as far as I could tell, inherited everything including some gambling debts and exiled the girls.The butler greeted me with the tiny smile, and I hurried up the wide stairway and right to the front bedroom where I found Lady McComb at her dressing table in highly fashionable dishabille. I bowed, bent to kiss her offered cheek, smiled into her mirror and laid my big, tumescent penis on her nearly bare shoulder.“For me?” she asked musically, turning her head to lick my swollen glans.“Of. She thought she was too far gone to see reason anyway.“What word? Cunt?” Betty seemed puzzled.“Yes, that word! How dare you say that around my son!” Karen said.Cheyenne and Savannah laughed out loud at how much of a big deal Karen was making out of a single word.“This is a cunt, Tucker,” Karen pulled her moist pussy flaps apart so that he could clearly see the pink meat inside. He could also visibly see the diamond-studded piercing in her clit hood. “I am a cunt with a cunt. Some women like.