I was in the sitting room of Baz and Sadie Butcher's house at Henley-on-Thames. The fashionable drapes, the comfortable yet modernistic furniture, and...the thick Wilton carpeting, was a far cry from the lino and cheap furniture of Baz's youth. He had made it big, and most of his current success could be placed at the feet, or should that be the tyres, of Heels in Wheels, and Sadie. She was the blonde in the photograph Baz had shown me in Chelmsford after I had attended Jenny Walsh's trial.Sadie. Pamela pulled out and Layla layed on her back,I got on top of Layla and slide my as on her she-meat,I bounced up and down hard taking every inch of her,then she grabbed my hip and held me tight on her she-meat making me come to a complete stop,her she-meat was buried deep in my ass,I then felt Pamela ramming two fingers in my ass as Layla`s she-meat was still deep in me,Pamela shoved a third finger in me,I didn`t know what was going on at this time but having Layla`s she-meat deep in me and. And then once I get home, I only have time to cook and clean.”“Damn,” I said in a low voice.“And not to mention,” she continued, “I’m getting sick of his attitude towards people like you. And the fact that he’s brainwashed our son into thinking the same thing just makes me sick. We’re ALL equal on the inside.”She had tears in her eyes now. “He wasn’t like this when I first met him, you know. He was such a gentleman, a very nice person. I don’t know what happened to him to change him; all of a. “So do you feel like getting up or do you want to sleep some more?” “No, I want to get up and spend as much time as I can with you. I also want to hear your stories.” “OK, but if you’re looking for anything about your mother, forget it. She’s going to have tell her stories herself or give me an explicit green light.” “That’s OK. I’ll get them out of her, but for now I want to hear your stories.” She said with a grin, “Especially how you got to taste cum” as the grin got bigger. .