" Hello. My name is Kurt. You having any luck?" Not really. Neither is my husband over there." Oh, and he would be which one?"She pointed to a balding...man with a scruffy beard wearing a flannel shirt."You never know. His luck could change," Kurt optimistically replied."Not usually," she said. "He comes here, drinks until he is in a stupor, and loses our grocery money. My daughter never sees her daddy. What did you say your name was?" Kurt. It's Kurt Dellafore." Are you here alone, Kurt?" Yes,. We looked at the pictures as I proceeded (and they were blurry and sucked) and she said "Well, just pretend you're taking the pictures." and she continues modeling (MG what a natural she was, just soo full of sensuality OMG) and I didn't really know what to do. She says "Just pretend you're phtographing" and holds my head in front of her crotch as she begins moving her white shimmery panties slowly slowly aside showing her rich brown bush. Well at this point I just can't carry on.She says. Why don't you and I have a little chat?" He flashed a blinding white smile that was equal parts insincere and threatening."What's going on here?" I demanded, finally in a position to make inquiries now that I'd encountered an English speaker. "Where are we? Where are you taking us? Exactly what is your little game?"An impatient look with a menacing undertone crossed Mr. Choi's face. "Mr. Gustafson," he said levelly, "you ask too many questions. I find that most annoying. When I am annoyed, I am. Darren suckled and fondled her swaying tits as she discovered how to move to get the most pussy pleasure. When he sensed her impending orgasm he let himself go and shot a big load of cum against her cervix.They fucked the rest of the day away. Marge had no idea that she could have so many climaxes or receive so much cum in a day. It was a fantasy come true. Finally, in late afternoon she showered with him and kissed him goodbye with a promise to return in three days.She called Barbara who came.