.. you know I love that, baby," Sara whispered as Becky began to bite down gently on her aching nipples. " Oh, fuck yeah, Becky! Bite it just like tha...."Becky laughed without taking her mouth away from Sara's breasts. Her fingers began to probe deeper into Sara's now slick cunt. Sara began to moan and squirm so pleasantly under Becky's tender attentions.Sara always was easy to get off, but it was a wonderful spectacle to behold when she did. The way her lithe, thin frame twisted and gyrated.. "I am Matilda," she said as she hoped this conversation would end soon."I am Jodi. I see you are stuck here and I am glad we can keep you company " she told her as her small hand reached out and lightly touched her on her right leg just below the hem of her dress. This horse's face woman was smiling as her hand rubbed lightly."Jodi, please don't touch me. Thank you but I am not a touchy feely person," Matilda told her with as much force and firmness as she could muster. But Jodi just smiled at. It was good for both of us. She was older, maybe late-forties, and always had her four-year-old son with her. He had been a ‘surprise c***d’. Her daughter was now grown and on her own. Mike, the second husband, had been not all she had expected. Now her savings were exhausted, the home lost, and they had been living in their car and then in someone’s extra bedroom. Her looks didn’t give that kind of impression, you know, the one of being homeless or destitute. She was tall, slim, her long black. I told her that it was okay; I blamed Berry.Our next opportunity to be together was a few days later when Mrs. Coughlin invited us to Jane's birthday party. Berry was quite upset when he discovered that Mr. and Mrs. Coughlin were going to be present, and there was no possibility that we were going to be able to take the girls out of the house. I guess he was planning on this being the big night.I was a little surprised to see Mrs. Coughlin's attempt to make the party special. There was a lot of.