” They all chuckled. He drove to the first cross street and turned left, heading toward the next cross street where they could get back on course.Pe...ny yelled, “STOP THE CAR.”“Jesus Pen,” John said, “you scared the hell out of me.” He eased the car to a stop. “What’s WRONG?”“BACK UP JOHN.”“What the hell are you talkin about hun?”“Just back the car up a few houses and I’ll show you.” He did as she asked. “Right here,” she said, “LOOK.” They all looked.It was a one story brick building, a side by. I stare at her, then realize she means shower. "It was okay." I answer blandy and purposely avoid eye contact. "You hungry?" I ask and wait for an answer as she cleans herself. After a few seconds, she answers me. "I could eat." I think I see her peak at my crotch, But I can't be sure. "Well, What would you like?" I ask. She skulks to me on all fours, her feline gracefulness unmatched by any other being alive. When she gets to me, she rubs her body along my leg. "Meat." She licks her lips. . Right then I heard another voice near the doorway, "and does Cora's pussy feel better than her Mother's, darling Husband of mine?" I turn my head again to the door and there was Joy walking towards us in a sexy red, silk robe & shoes with spiked heals, her face was behind that old video camera I had found in Cora's drawer the other day. "Well, does she, your Daughter, feel better than her Mom?" Joys asked again as she moved closer with the camera on, recording. "Keep fucking him Lexi," Joy. The subcontractors were bringing in business too, friends and acquaintances. A perfect example was a rich lady, the thirty-year-old Mrs. Estella Davison. She was a rich man’s trophy wife, masses of honey hair and a Playboy figure. Barbie babysat for her sometimes and Estella had come on to her several times. When she came to Circle Drive, Julia fucked her with the Feeldoe and charged her two fifty, she paid happily and came back many times.Things went on this way all the rest of the summer and.