She moaned.“You’re so wet already, you whore. Were you excitedwhile you were waiting for me? Did anybody see you?”“No, Sir. At...least I don’t think they did.” She triedto keep her bearing as he roughly finger fucked hercunt.“Hmm. Imagine if they did. Imagine what they thought ofyou, sitting here naked and waiting for a man you’venever even met. What do you think they thought of you,slut? What do you think your parents would think ifthey could see. "Jeff, you've helped us a lot – saved our lives – and we sincerely appreciate it, but please don't, any of you, get Mom's hopes up."Charlotte hesitated a moment before going on. "I grew up with a very active mother. She took me to everything at school, played volleyball and other sports with me when there weren't other kids for me to play with. She helped me with my lessons, taught me to cook and take care of the house, budget and buy groceries, and later, worked two jobs to pay for two years. My eyes glazed over with lust and I squeezed her breasts against her top. I could feel myself starting to build, balls swirling with cum, as a little precum leaked into her mouth. As soon as I started to tense, Melanie backed off, popping my cock out of her mouth and pulling my shorts back over my erection. "Are you serious?!" I said, tackling her onto the floor in frustration. I could already feel the blue balls going as I reached back into Melanie's bottoms. Two fingers quickly found their. I mean that.’ They remained in each other’s arms for awhile before Adam broke the embrace to keep Cynthia from having a sudden encounter with his thickening penis. ‘I just realized that we’ve been together all day and haven’t put anything in our stomachs except iced tea. Will you have dinner with me?’ ‘How could I say no to my protector?’ she teased. He grinned. ‘How about Nandino’s? They still make the best pasta in town.’ ‘Only, it was spaghetti, not pasta, when we were kids.’ ‘True, but you.