It was nothing like the hairy beast-hole that had opened when my Mother spread her legs in the chair, and we saw her entire pussy. This pussy was a fa...t machine; she kept her moving parts clean, to quote AC/DC.My father’s mouth hung open and if my mom looked just a little jealous before she suddenly looked like if you merged the emotions of envy with malice and then multiplied them by a subtle desire to destroy a person down to their very molecules by staring at them.Erica laughed at my mom’s. ’So the lady went away and gave those three questions some considerable thought.The following morning, St Peter called upon the lady and asked if she had considered the questions, to which she replied, ‘I have.’‘Well then,’ said St Peter, ‘Which two days of the week start with the letter T?’The lady said, ‘Today and tomorrow.’St Peter pondered this answer for some time and decided that indeed the answer can be applied to the question.‘Well then, could I have your answer to the second of the. I wonder if she is thinking about what has dried on her face, I smile at that thought. After the first drink I see her start to relax and enjoy herself forgetting about it. Before long we order another round as well as dinner. Olivia and Sara order fish and I have chicken. I have my hand on Olivia’s leg rubbing up and down on her thigh. The desire to have her is strong and I can wait to get her home again. As dinner progresses I notice Olivia beginning to pay less attention to me and more. " I stood up dropping my pants kicking them to the side. My hard cock jutted out like the merciless instrument that it was, it was ugly looking with large blue veins snaking all around it. Long enough to slam a woman's cervix, and thick like a baseball bat which meant it really stretched a tight vagnial tunnel. The head was a bulbous one. I kneeled down between her spread legs, sliding up into position, she could feel my hairy thick thighs rub aganist her soft inner thighs, I spit into my hand,.