I say ply, I'd guzzle down as much as they'd give me! I should mention before I forget that they had bought one of the PeterMailer-Yates paintings of...me, an original of Terpsichore. They paid hundreds for it, framed, and it was displayed in their bedroom, framed. It was of me, nude, no face, but breasts and pussy, well pubes anyway. You can't tell it's me, but they knew. One night I stayed there rather late with them, and they asked aboutMark and when did I see him, I must admit they did. She believed in God but never really went to church or somewhere to worship Him.Being alone and needing to make friends, she thought going to a church would be a good idea. She quickly made friends with several women at the church. These were happy southern women who loved to cook and bake. They all loved God and went to church at least two times a week.These women befriended her quickly. They made her feel welcomed and appreciated. She felt loved and secure. For the first time in her life she. By now my cock was rock hard again and after watching Sandy over Carmen for a few minutes more, moved over and shoved Sandy off to the side of Carmen. "On your back whore" I ordered Sandy and as soon as she had complied, I moved over to her and straddled her head so that my cock was within easy sucking range of her mouth. "Suck my cock whore" I demanded and into her mouth went my cock. I told Carmen to lie next to Sandy so that she could easily kiss her and suck on her tits when I was ready to. I fell to my knees there on the floor with my empty mouth open. I cursed myself for my weakness. My cock throbbed painfully.I got up and started to get coffee. But Fanny was soon back, sans both baby and panties. She wordlessly took my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom I share with her mom. She pulled my hand so I spun around and ended up on the bed on my back. Fanny grinned at me as she pounced on top of me.She straddled my hips and her heavy tits swung back and forth above my face..