Sandra and Pete had always been good friends of his, but since Helen had left they had been pretty distant. Over the past year Dave had watched Clair... bloom into a beautiful young woman. Her breasts had grown round and firm, her waist had become more defined and her ass had become a magnificent booty. Many nights had been spent searching for a porn star resembling her, but it was becoming clear that Claire was one of a kind. Each morning he sat at the kitchen table eating the usual burnt toast. "You want to feel this cock sliding into your wet pussy, don't you?" Yes," she breathed. "I want you to fuck me." Because you're nothing but a little slut, aren't you?"She trembled a little, feeling a pleasant sort of shame at his words. What he was saying was insulting, yet blackly exciting at the same time. Very rarely did anyone talk to her like this, especially on such short acquaintance. She groaned at his words, but didn't answer. He was insistent however."Aren't you?" he repeated,. She worked on his pants, opening them and getting his cock out.Gripping his cock hard, she pumped as he sucked strongly on her nipple."Put your hand in my panties," she gasped. "Baby, push your hand inside Mother's panties. Play with Mother's cunt, Rich."She gasped in pleasure as he rubbed up and down on her hairy cunt, thrusting her legs wide apart. She felt cramped in the car, but this was how she wanted it. Her fist jerked up and down vigorously on his cock as he sucked her tit and felt her. "Look what I found!" I said."So what? So you could smell a rotting sock. I could smell it too, and Icould've found it if I wanted to. That's not a big secret." I'm not done yet," I said, smiling.I held the sock in front of my face and winked at Roger. Then I stuck outmy tongue, and touched it to the dirtiest, smelliest part of the sock. Ibrought my tongue back into my mouth and licked my lips. "Mmmm, delicious,"I said, giggling."Now watch," I said. I began to lick the sock all over, sucking.