The rest of my life will be spent in this depressingly dingy color scheme. I begin to hate the color blue-grey. It’s the color that forges iron pris...n bars. Blue and white fear surges through my muscles, sparking along my nerves like electricity across steely, taut cable wires, and rending them into a million slivers under the tensile force. Desperate and terrified, I begin flailing about on my bed. Every muscle in my body contracts, contorts, spasms, flexes, tenses, and finally at once. She actually lived in a very comfortable middle class home with a very loving family.Gina was trying to win Leslie's trust and it was working. The poor young teenager felt her heart break slightly with the woman's story and she had to take another quick gulp of wine to keep from choking up."But here I am now! Quite comfortable and happy!" she told the teen as she appeared to snap back to the present."I hope that I can make it like you did." Leslie said weakly."Of course you will!" Gina rested. It was one of those rustic places, there was a long bench down one wall with several tables, then a big center table in the middle of the room, and a few others s**ttered around.There were three guys sitting at the middle table, busy in conversation as we walked in. I heard one say hey check that out as we walked past, but that was it.We sat there, the waitress brought our coffee. I noticed that the one guy sitting facing us was glancing down at Sharon's legs under the table, he would have a. She unloaded a huge wet orgasm that had been building for years on my hard cock.I had been fucked before but never so hard. Mrs. Smalls was slamming her pussy down and mashing her huge breasts all over my face as she rode my cock faster and faster. I could not see Mike but I heard him moan at the far end of the bed. I’m sure he was watching. No way could I see with his Mother’s huge tits in my face and mouth. I reached down to slap her big ass when ever she slammed onto my thighs with her.