If her daughter were an "8", she would be an "11". Despite her light hair, her eyelashes and eyebrows were dark, making her pretty eyes look naturally...lined."Good." He counted out his fifth finger, his thumb. "Finally, there's our educational accompaniment. That would be Mrs Pittman?" I'm here, Mr Keegan."He looked at her. "And you're doing all right?"Patricia Pittman laid her hands on her pregnant belly. "We're both doing just fine. Thanks." Thick brown hair and B-cups turned C-cups, nearly. It felt dirty and brilliant and I found I was makinglittle gasps with every stroke of his dick. Over hisshoulder I could see that Gary had followed us into thealley and was observing with that detached glazed lookhe’d had in the book shop. I began to feel thebeginning of the spasms which eventually lead toorgasm. The guy fucking me must have sensed this too ashe began to pull my arse cheeks apart as he thrust intome, pushing his fingers into my cunt alongside his cockand probing my bum. “You ready to sample for yourself?” Debra asked.“Let me taste it on your lips first,” Sharon told her. With both women now on their knees in front of him and stroking his nearly nine-inch, rock hard rod, Jeremy watched in awe as they then devoured each other’s lips and mouths at the same time.“Oh, wow." Sharon finally came up for air. “He is delicious.”“Why don’t you take over for a bit while I slip into something more comfortable now myself,” Debra purred.“Mmm, my pleasure,” Sharon replied as. How could I refuse?To my surprise she invited me to her house. We were both taking risks as we didn't really know anything about one another, but the situation seemed too good to ignore. I can remember pulling up outside her house, she told me to just open the door and come into the kitchen as the door wouldn't be locked. I was pretty nervous now, I could be walking into anything.. But what I was actually walking into was her, naked sitting on a chair in her kitchen.We barely spoke, she just.