When my tongue still wouldn’t work, Mrs Hotter prompted, “The last time you came thinking of me, what were you thinking?”Her directness shocked ...e out of my silence. So much so that I blurted out with brutal honesty, “I imagined that I was coming on your face, Mrs Hotter.” It sounded bad. It sounded worse than bad. Why had this compulsion to be honest come over me? Was it the drink? Couldn’t I have just said something that sounded less offensive?But Mrs Hotter was actually tittering. “And was I. ”I redoubled my efforts. I moved my hand, trying again to find her g-spot, and she cried out with surprise and pleasure. It took me a moment to realize that my knuckle had rubbed against her ass.Well, I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Slowly, I extended my pinky finger, so it wasn’t bumping against her back door, but actually pushing inside. She was so wet there was no resistance at all. She bucked and groaned but did not stop me. First one knuckle, then two, and finally my. Sybil kissed me passionately, slipping her hot tongue into my mouth while undulating on my body. She rubbed her crotch into my cock, reawakening me. I could feel my cock hardening under her, and she broke the kiss to whisper to me.“I am so horny now. I want to fuck you so bad.”I ran my hands down her back and slipped them into her pants, under her panties, and over her gorgeous ass. “Go ahead. Take off your pants.”She squirmed and shook her head. “No. We’re getting you off. You’re fucking my. “Now what do you need that info for…your going to call your big city lawyers on me you little faggot. Let them fight their battles” She Said with a smirked“Now see here”She slapped him with the back on her hand hard. It was like getting hit with a hammer.“I suggest you get in your car...and drive your ass out of my town nigger, because I don’t want your kind around here”His heart stopped.“Excuse me…if it wasn’t for that bad or the fact you’re a woman”SLAP!!!SLAP!!She slapped him hard a few.