Mrs. Saunders nodded her head, smiling.“Do you really think your daughter is a virgin dressed like this?” I asked, my fingers thrusting into Sheri...��s cunt. The girl moaned and shuddered. Her pussy clenched down on my fingers, groaning as I penetrated deep into her. “Huh, Mrs. Saunders?”“Well, that’s just how the girls her age dress,” the MILF said.“That’s how whores dress,” I growled. “Showing off their bodies. Wanting to have attention.” I glanced at her. “What does that make you, Mrs.. " You calling me indecent Dion?" I'm just saying that it ain't right. The boys are at an age when things can get misunderstood." The boys can misunderstand what?" You know Vonnie, things." Things Dion?" Well yeah Vonnie, things."Suddenly I knew what Dion was getting at and almost as suddenly I realized that he had a valid concern.I am a forty-five year old woman with two grown and married daughters. My mother, my daughters, even my grandmother and aunts, along with myself, have never been. “We clearly have him on video surveillance entering the manufacturing facility at one o’ clock and leaving fifteen minutes later.”“My ID card doesn’t open that door, Arnie. You made sure of that.”“Building security showed me the footage,” Arnie hemmed. “They can’t just make that stuff up.”“Sure you can. You asked me to find out who was dipping in the till. Now I know.” I said it with bravado, knowing that Arnie was on the line. With me unconscious, it was an ideal time to plant the evidence. He. Make me take it good and hard."Heidi could hear the meaty sound of Hans's hands on her now reddened ass cheeks. Her juices were flowing strong now. She could feel his long hard cock sliding in and out of her greedy vagina like a familiar friend taking advantage of her wide open welcome. She twisted her nipple sharply to heighten her pleasure driven by her perverse joy from the biting sensation of controlled pain.She squirted her female juices onto the down filled pillows as the first of several.