”“Okay, let us take small steps for now. We will keep spending Saturdays together and see how things go.”Louisa grinned. “That will be great.�...�I was on tenterhooks as I arrived at Louisa’s house on Saturday morning. Would she be as upset as she had been on previous Saturdays? Would she need to purge her angst on my butt? Thankfully, this occasion was to be quite different. Louisa was in a good mood and excited about our get-together, so we wasted little time exchanging clothes and dressing up. I. Trish’s hands were busy stroking and pinching her own thick nipples as the teen ate her for all she was worth. At this point I could take no more and my now mostly exhausted dick made one last ditch effort at an erection. I felt the dull aching throb as my capillaries filled with blood. It almost hurt, but the thought of sliding it into the warm wetness of this fine teenage cunt before me made it all seem worthwhile. Trish didn’t see me get up and position myself between her daughter’s chunky. Then she admitted: I haven't even had sex very much.There was a long pause, making her think that Brooke gave up. Kimmie was heading to the kitchen when she heard another ping.Brooke: I checked with the client. He's OK with that. In fact, it turns him on.Kimmie: No thanks. Brooke: $300.That was more than she was taking home from the club, but Kimmie held firm.Kimmie: I can't. Really.Another pause. Maybe she was texting the client again. Or maybe she finally did give up.Then came a ping.Brooke:. But the grabbing was getting stronger. then he put both of his hands, one on each buttcheek. he began groping my ass a little faster, hearing his breathing get heavier. He smelled like medicine, I thought. Then he put a bottle of alcohol in front of my face and told me "here, baby, drink a little of this. This will make you feel good". It was a bottle of whiskey. So I took a swig, and choked since it was too damn strong. But after a few more sips, I began to feel quite a buzz, and then I began.