.....it turned out she was an artist like myself but a painter and that she was well connected to some of the elite people of this country,all her lif... she had lived like i said in the country side but her family had also always had an estate in spain where they where during the winter,beside that she had travelled all over the world i found out!Wow what a life story she had...and she is atleast 60 !She still look good though no doubt,she never worked she told me and she is taking care of her. “Like what?” asked the fourth voice, sounding curious.“Well, the stupid trivia night for one. It took me two hours to wash the fucking marshmallow fluff and caramel goo out of my hair.”A few others whispered their complaints about the difficulty they too experienced cleaning up after that night when a fifth girl exclaimed, “So what! The extra tutoring and other bonding activities have really helped me. Hell! I’m passing algebra now. Even my mother can’t believe how well I’m doing.”“And that is. "I had written this note before I left work. I handed it to Marge, and she asked, "Is it alright if I read it?" Sure."Janice,If you must come home because none of your lovers will put you up for a while, then know that your place is now is the spare room. I have taken the liberty to move all your things in there and the adjoining bathroom. You have two weeks to vacate my house, permanently. Someday I would like to know why you hated and disrespected me so much that you had to take some lovers. I grabbed her hips and noticed she was staring wide-eyed at my cock as I maneuvered my hips to line it up with the entrance to her pussy.I pushed forwards, forcing her opening to stretch as it tried to allow my cock to invade her depths. She was so incredibly tight, despite all the lubrication. I pressed harder, the head popping inside, as her lips closed tightly around my shaft.Deni cried out as she felt my cock invading her, her legs wrapping around me, urging me to go deeper.I pushed again,.