Armand watched the proceedings with a curious mix of detachment and arousal; he had no sexual interest in Nora, but fucking WAS fucking, and the pair ...as doing a fine job. Armand grasped the Wench's chin, turning her head, and she got the hint immediately, reorienting and engulfing his member. The Wench might not fulfill his urge for strife, but she had the mechanics down pat. And she appeared to enjoy her work, going deep every few strokes without prompting. Armand let her deal with it on her. We traded cell numbers, and he left the store, leaving his cart behind. I finished my shopping and hurried home. Once home, I put away my purchases, then prepped everything for dinner. I texted him, and told him dinner would be at 8; if he wanted to come earlier, that was up to him. I looked at the stove clock; it said 6:40. I decided I'd get in the shower. Once under the stinging water (I prefer my shower like my men - hard), I began thinking about my encounter at the market. Would he show up?. The little tag in a green brass holder hung at an angle said "Doke". He took another deep breath, and turned the knob. As he stepped quickly inside, looking guiltily down the hall to see if anyone noticed his trespass, the smell changed to a strong, thick perfume. It was awful. Susan was sprawled on her side on a cot in the corner, her back to him. She turned when she heard the door, and smiled at him. "Hi, baby. Bliss'll take care of you, honey. What chou like, honey? You know what, thi's yer. Anne was aware of her daughters’ surprised looks. “Did you get to feel their breasts?” She asked Thom.“Yes Mrs. Way… I mean Anne.”Despite his shy answer, he was looking at her hungrily. She boldly reach forward and wrapped her hand around his penis. She could feel it throb in her hand. The three girls looked at each other, shrugged and swam closer.I was shocked by Mrs. Wayland’s actions but I got another surprise when I felt breasts rub against my back and someone grabbed my ass. A smaller hand.