I even tried to dress up in sexy underwear, but he didn't even know what to do with me.Priest: Do you masturbate?(Stacey hesitates and ponders the qu...stion before speaking)Stacey: Erm, yes. Priest: Tell me about your most fondest experience.Stacey: I was heading home from a dinner event with my friend Joshua and I offered to take him home. His home in Shoreditch was about a hours drive from the Country Pad in Kent. I am not sure how, but the topic of the conversation ended up being about. Jen was early forties with three teenage k**s whose husband worked away as a FIFO engineer on oilrigs. She had confided in Wendy that she had become really horny as she got older as probably the stresses of family life receded. Her husband was a good lover when he was home and always came home like a randy bull. If she picked him up from the airport in the evening when they knew the k**s were home they would stop by a local park and fuck like rabbits in the back seat of the car or he’d insist. “You want my cum Chloe?” Daddy asked her, watching her undulate on his thick pole.She whimpered.“Does your cunt want a cum bath sweetheart? Huh Chloe?” Daddy taunted, slowing his strokes into her to tease.“Mr. Bourne please!” she cried and immediately received a hard slap on her ass. “Daddy!” she corrected quickly. “I need it Daddy!”“Need what little girl?” he said roughly, pumping hard up into her again.“Your c-c-cum! Give me your cum,” she plead desperately, her tits bouncing everywhere.I. .. ?"She looked down, her face flushing, slightly, "Yes..." she trembled."What in the hell did you pick him up for then?"Her eyes questioned."I saw you... in the bar with him!" he explained. "He seems like a damned poor choice!"Stan saw that she was shaking, violently, and knew she was in no condition to be driving. "Slide over!" he said, firmly. "I'll drive you the rest of the way!"She obeyed, and Stan opened the door and got into the driver's seat."I was angry... I guess..." Vivian tried to.