I heard her moan softly as my tongue found its target, her legs spread wider as my tongue went deeper, my nose lodged up her panty clad arse crack.She...started to gyrate on my face pushing back and getting wet, I held on to her tight as she started to shake, I felt her juices slipping down my throat as she shuddered to orgasm. She grunted something under her breath as I stepped back, my cock like a tentpole under my shorts. I helped her down from the stool and we lost balance and tumbled to the. “What do you want from me, Jason? Babies? Is that it, your momma is dying and you’re feeling all mortal and shit, and you suddenly noticed you’re 62 years old and you thought hey, I could knock up Wanda and she’ll take care of everything, right? Well I told you when we first got together I don’t want more kids, I got knocked up when I was 17 and I’ve been there and done that, if you want kids you should have found another woman, I told you exactly what I want from you and what I have to give. With the simplicity of the road going straight out from Wallpazoohah to the gate, she was told that getting lost is impossible.Needless to say, Penelope managed not to get lost. The road was, in fact, a straight shot to the gate. But it isn’t the gate that presents her with a new problem. The problem lies in the gatekeeper—one named Tartas.“Well, you look like a cat to me,” the witch says, squinting with her head cocked to the side.“Again, I am not a cat,” Tartas says. “I’m a sphynx.” He is. He notices two suitcases and shoes at the front door. Heading upstairs, his wife’s vocalizations are more distinct.Chuck is saying, “That’s it, fuck her. I told you she was a slut.”Another voice speaks, “Lynn is a slut. You like taking our cocks, don’t you? What if your husband could see you now?”“Ooohhh… fuck, I love your cocks. Keep fucking me. Don’t worry about my husband. He won’t mind.”In spite of watching Lynn and Chuck, Mike is not prepared for the sight in front of him. Lynn is on her.