”“Either way I have needs and he seems not to care so I am moving on” She looked a letter and tossed it on the pile. She walked over to the co...nter and poured me a cup of coffee and gave it to me as she ran a finger over my arm. “Maybe I will get me a young man that is nothing but a walking hard on, spend lots of time letting him give me orgasms and a hard time walking”“mmm” I said sipping the coffee as she ran her hand over my chest. “Shit my daughter can find herself some hot men” She. Licking from my ball sack to the head of my cock along the seam gathering up the juice on the tip of her tongue pulling her head back so the long sticky strings would dangle and then break, over and over she did this with my juice. Soon her white cotton blouse started to turn clear as the fluid from cock stained her shirt as it dripped from her mouth and chin in long strings. I felt like I was going to pass out from what she was doing to my cock, I was biting my lower lip just to keep from. The man obliged and started to give Jenny directions to a little village only a few miles away. Both girls were admiring the man who they both thought was ridiculously handsome, but they both noticed the lady was wearing a white top. The rain had soaked it to her skin and a lacy black bra was very visible, neither Jenny nor Lauren took notice at the time.After about fifteen minutes they'd reached their destination, the girls knew where they needed to go and the ramblers could shelter in a pub. He was young, younger than her, and probably too young. He was inexperienced, naïve was more like it. Paul lacked what they called a variety of experience. His whole life had been consumed by school, family, life in a secure protected cocoon. If Paul had say spent a year working on a tramp steamer seeing some of the world, or gone camping across Europe, or even just working a few summers someplace like a resort far from home. She figured anything like that would make a difference. That was the.