Each time they had come to visit, Martine looked for a quiet girl or two and tried to bring them some outside companionship. ‘Is this,’ she wonder...d, ‘what it means to be a mother? Could I be able to do this with a child of my own?’ Laughter rang out. Martine had said something funny enough to bring a glad response from the little dark-haired girls sitting next to her. ‘You know what’s funny?’ ‘No, what?’ Martine responded. ‘If you put two extra eggs into a brownie recipe, you get cake… a very. You look up and see I've gone...You tell him once more "don't go anywhere" and leave the room. Him throbbing so hard and cock drenched in your cum.You see me standing at your sofa and I beckon you over. You go to speak and I put my lip to your finger and gently shush you.I push you onto the sofa and you part your legs without any command as you're trying to tell me that's where you need me. I thrust into you and fuck that pussy hard and fast, that aggressive slaps almost loud enough for you to. Fuck me like a slut wife, a whore wife. Fuck me hard like mom won't let you. Take your frustration about mom out on me. All of my holes are open to you to fuck. Cum in them, cum in any or all of them.Helen ripped open the crotch to her yoga pants.Her bald pussy was a slit. I opened the outer labia majora to see her glistening pussy. Helen practically ripped my pants down.Look at your dick she said. Nicely shaved. How did you know to shave your balls?Well, the internet and I accidentally saw a. .You open your eyes to watch as you move the fingertips that have been slowly circling your engorged clitoris to just between your blushed labia. The warmth is strong, the scent heady, the desire overwhelming. Your thoughts turn to the last time you had company there, his heavy, twitching cock nestled between those thick, wet lips, promising to stretch them open and fill you up...You remember that feeling of completion as you delve your fingers inside you, curling them to the angle his.