First name: Anita; a twenty three year old Indian girl, quite good looking with a slim body. “Oh no, I cannot believe it is me!” Anita said, wit... a glistening of tears in her eyes.Second name: Me; thirty eight years of age, obese and on crutches.“Oh well, I guess I`ll be flashing again” I said, “I hope you don’t mind?”“It`s okay, we don’t!” said Martin with a smirk on his face; along with the other men around the table.Third name: Christine; a large stout woman in her late fifties. As her. "Alright, I HADN'T heard it all!" he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. He looked imploringly at her. "You want to fall in love, but you don't care who you fall in love WITH?" I know it sounds crazy," she said, trying to bring her tears under control."Okay. From the beginning, now. What's this all about?" We HAVE to talk about how I'm going to pay you first," she implored. "I'm in debt. I don't have any money to spend. It's one of the reasons I chose you..." She stopped abruptly, as if. She eventually found her way to my pussy and began to rub my clit softly. I moaned softly as she continued. She started to finger me and it felt so amazing. Better than any guy had ever done. I moaned louder and louder, until suddenley I woke. I looked at my bedside clock. 2:47. I looked over at Lyndsey. It took me a second to realize that she was rubbing herself. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted slightly. Every few seconds a small almost unnoticable moan would escape her. "How do you like the taste of your own cum? Hope you like it because you are going to get more of it and swallow it." she said with an evil grin. Marla slid off her son and just held him till he caught his breath. She started kissing and licking his body, his neck, his nipples, his bellybutton, his balls. Finally her pussy couldn't wait any longer. David looked into his mothers flushed face as she was lowering that same pussy down onto his face. "Suck me hard!" his mother commanded,.