She lapped up the rim of the urinal, cleaning up the piss that was on the rim, and using her saliva to clean the whole place. She moved from urinal to...urinal, cleaning the rims completely till they were spotless.“Hey bitch, look at the camera and tell us what you’re doing,” I commanded her.She turned to look at me and the camera, and said, “Hey, I’m Jenny, the ultimate whore and cunt, mother of two, and wife to a loving husband. I spend my weekends in a motel, cleaning up the urinals with my. “I wanted to have a nice chat with you, Jenny, now, do you prefer Jenny, Jennifer, or Jenna?”“I was always called Jenny or Jen at home. For a while I preferred Jenna, but that only sounds rather pathetic now. I suppose I think of myself as Jen, and I’m more than happy with that, especially as Junior calls me that more often than not. Yes, I think I like it more because I really like the man that calls me ‘Jen’.”“Well, I’m glad you like Junior. Don’t ever tell him this but he is our favourite. I pushed her back down until she was laying back on her elbows, her legs bent and her breasts sagging to either side of her body. "HOLY FUCK!" she yelled. I excitedly complied. I moved myself between her legs and took a look at the wonderful woman in front of me with a flabby stomach and plump thighs. Beautiful! Helen was completely naked in front of me, her grey haired cunt separated by swollen moist labia. Before she could object any further, I squeezed my head down between her thighs, my. There were folds and bumps and a small nub sticking out. That must be what Isabelle was playing with on her, so Gwenna licked the nub tentatively. Isabelle squealed and Anne smacked Gwenna on the ass hard, ‘Don’t tease the poor girl- eat her cunt!’ Gwenna looked for a moment at Anne, who pulled her hand up to smack her again, then put her face to Isabelle’s pussy. She whimpered when Anne’s hand landed on her red ass anyway, but groaned when the hand remained for a moment to squeeze and fondle.