”Cindy made an obvious roll of her eyes. She said, “We each want to carry our own weight in our family. Mark makes it hard for us when he pays for...everything. It’s not just chivalry; it’s annoying and robs us of being able to feel good about contributing. We live with Mark, so there are no housing costs for any of us. We try to pool funds to buy groceries or do special parties, but we have to edge around Mark.”Cindy knocked her hip into mine, making me deviate from the straight line I was. No man alive would not have time for a little of that … and that’s exactly the thought that went through the milkman’s mind, followed by “the mother last night, now these two”. A cheeky grin escaped him as he beckoned them towards him, dropping what he was doing, saying that he would be happy to make some time for them.He turned to Jennifer first and began unbuttoning her shirt and pulled the hem out of her denim shorts, the unbuttoned shirt exposing her soft young skin to his eyes from the. She began to wait and suddenly realized she had not looked for the key that was supposed to be there. Pulling her panties and bra from the locker she reached in, feeling for the key. As her hand found the key a middle aged man walked by, eying the underwear clutched tightly in her other hand with a raised eyebrow. Patricia stuffed the underwear back into the locker, blocking the opening with her body, and felt around for the two quarters. Now she wished she could sink into the floor. Time. “Fuck me good.” She panted. “You know you want to.” “Make me cum again.” With that encouragement, I pounded her cunt, putting everything I had into it. Carol grunted every time I hit bottom, her tits bouncing with each thrust. God that woman’s sexy!! Soon I had her howling like a banshee, piledriving my meat spike into her sopping slit. She was thrashing around, nearly throwing both of us off the couch. Much sooner than I would have liked, she went stiff, gasped and came. A few strokes later, I.