“Uhhh, yes, baby….your whore,” I cooed.Pushing myself off the bed, I sat him and began riding him; hands placed lightly on his chest. He pulled ...is finger from my butt and gripped my wide hips, rocking me back and forth across him in a quick rhythm.“Ohhh….uhhh….mmm,” I whined, my hands reaching up to clutch my ample breasts as I arched my back and writhed over my stallion; my son’s seven-and-a-half-inch steely tree-trunk of a cock buried deep inside my motherly pussy, moving with my energetic. Patty, she saw was doing same."Dolly, stop that," Patty whispered, "we're in a public airport right now; you can't suck my pussy or my tits right now."Dolores looked like she wanted to break down and start crying again and Patty said, "Okay, there's the restroom; if we were able to get away with it in that plane's restroom, I guess we can do it here too; but you have to be quick, we still need to find a cab as soon as possible."Taking her sister in one of the stalls she quickly raised her skirt. They just envelop people, bring them in. They did that to me. I’m the community nanny...”“How old are the kids, hon?” Miss Dalton asked.“Two-ish. I have pictures,” I said, whipping out my iPhone. “Lemme show you the sweetest kids on the planet.”While the guys ordered appetizers, I introduced Mizz Dalton to Kathy, Little Stoney, Elise and JW. “My kiddos,” I said proudly.She looked at me with the same blue eyes that Tommy uses. “You’re serious about this.”“I love ‘em,” I said. “Getting PAID to. I found my husband’s briefcase there. so barged into her bedroom. I found that north Indian son of a bitch laying down stark naked on her bed. I abused him and threw whatever I could find at him. He tried to get out of the bed unsuccessfully trying to cover up. I told him not to bother coming home. I slapped my friend on the way out and slammed the door shut.after which I picked up my son and dropped him off at my sister’s place(she happens to stay in the adjacent building).When she came out, I.