Marion invited her to come down and stay with her while I was gone for the week to Washington so she could be close to the action and they could talk....Again, I kept having that pesky nagging feeling that I should be worried about something.Later that week I managed to slip out for one of the lunches Mac and I liked to grab whenever we could. These lunches, which used to be weekly occurrences, had now gone to catch as catch can because of his game and travel schedule during the baseball season.. “My dear girl, if you want me you must first prove yourself.” I stood there in silence and watched her walk slowly to me. She stood only a foot from me and was still stroking her fake penis looking into my eyes. She snapped her fingers and pointed down. I didn’t need anymore instruction to know what she wanted from me. When I dropped to my knees, she gave me a “I own this bitch” smirk. She started tracing my lips with her dick and teasing me with it. I already knew where this was going and. She puts the strawberries, wine and two glasses in the living room near the couch. Smelling her mother while fucking her father is something that Zaria does not want, so she strips the bed and makes it with silk sheets she finds in the hall closet. Ray bought them for her mother a few years back, but the woman hated them. The girl remembers overhearing her mother tell Ray that she felt like a slut when they slept on them. The Ish smiles to herself. Being a little slutty is exactly what will. I baby talk some more "Ella baby, hows it look under there, hows your mommy's asshole look?" I grind in circles a bit, most of my weight pressed down on the poor little girl’s helpless face as she squeals muffled complaints into a dildo strapped to her mouth buried in her mother's sopping pussy, with nothing to see but her mother's ass. I grunt, it takes a minute, I press and strain, and finally I'm able to force Grace to toot a tiny wet fart directly into her daughter's waiting nostrils. I.