“Miz Parsons please excuse my language but this shit has gone on long enough. We come here in peace to trade and run into this? Not what I had in mi...d. I think after Brad concludes his business with Mr. Chubby here we should leave. You, out the door now or I’ll shoot you down myself.”The fat man in the derby was startin’ to sweat a mite. Seems he didn’t like the direction this thing was going at all. “Now hold on there! I got sixteen men who’ll...”“Not give a damn once your fat ass is dead.. How’s my good little girl tonight?”“I’ve had a bit too much wine, Santa.” She closed and locked the front door, then took my hand, and led me down a few steps to a room with a TV, couch, and pool table. “Frank has the kids tonight. They went to a movie, and then they’re staying at his place.”I put my bag down near the end of the couch and sat. Susan said, “Would Santa like a little drink? I’ve got milk and cookies.”“Ho, ho, ho! Santa prefers Scotch if you have it.”Susan walked over to a cabinet. She followed him in and closed the door."You have an appointment at eleven," she said.Jonathon had remembered that and knew he had to get his cock and balls well drained by that time. He was meeting a buyer from Chicago, an aging spinster with blue hair and a prudish bearing, and it would not do to greet her in a state of urgency.But with such an efficient secretary, the emptying of Jonathon's cock and balls presented no problem.He moved to his desk.Brenda was already removing her clothing.She. "Oh no Robert, no honey, let me suck your cock again." She said and I did not listen."Oh my I loved the way you sucked my cock, but I really love the way your pussy feels, please mom." I said slowly thrusting in and out of her."Oh honey that feels real good, okay I think you should have your last lesson." She said changing her mind.I worked up a nice steady rhythm fucking my beautiful mother doggie style in the back of my car. The smell of sweat and sex was permeating the car and the windows.