Brennan they were in a tight embrace. Mr. Brennan had a hand on my mother’s breast and he was whispering in her ear. My mother put her hand on his t...igh dangerously close to his crotch. It was when my mother moved her hand up and squeezed Mr. Brennan’s crotch that alarm bells went off in my head. Yes, I knew my mother was fucking Mr. Brennan in his bedroom. Hell, I was fucking his son in the room down the hall from them. We could even hear them sometimes. But getting that physical right in. Well, of course, it wasn't as if he needed to restrain her, they were better utilized elsewhere. Exactly where became clear when she felt the tips of the tentacles against her already stuffed pussy and ass and saw two more get into the same position on Lauren. "Oh shit," she whispered, and then both women screamed as four more tentacles invaded their holes simultaneously, their eyes still fixed upon each other's. Both of them continued to moan and shout dirty words of encouragement to. “I’d like to order a prostitute, please,” I finally said. “What would you like on it?” “You mean like pepperoni?” “Why would I mean pepperoni?” “I don’t know. You just made it sound like I was ordering a pizza.” “Well, you’re not ordering a pizza. If you want a pizza, you’ve called the wrong number.” There was a long pause. “Hello?” I said. “Yeah,” the man’s voice said again. “Is Angela available? Id’ like to order Angela, please.” I really wanted to hang up and just masturbate, but it was too. “Little heart, you’re such a slut. Come on darlin’ fuck that handle.” Her knees banged against the door but she did not care for her pleasure began to mount. She knew she should stop but she wanted to get closer. He had told her to bring herself VERY close so, and she intended to. She felt her lips throb and she knew that the handle was slick from her desire. She felt her nectar drip down her thighs as her cunt sucked at the handle greedily. Her body twisted and swayed with the motion of.