This mother was a vivacious, trim woman who was 53 going on 40. Her hair was still her natural dark brown, her skin was smooth and she had an ear-to-e...r smile. ‘Hey, honey,’ she said as she gave me a hug. Now I knew something was wrong – or right, depending on your point of view. My mother had never called me, ‘honey,’ and she’d never hugged me like that, not in a long time. I actually felt tears welling in my eyes. This was the kind of relationship I’d hoped for when I went back to 1968, and. Renee held my face and kissed me. I kissed her back, our tongues exploring. Renee’s leg was rubbing against my cock, which was very hard by then. Renee pulled back and took me by the hand, up the pool steps, and back to the lounge chairs. Renee dragged one chair toward a shady spot close to the house and I followed. She kissed me again and motioned for me to get on the chair. She untied my drawstring and pulled my trunks down, revealing my erection. She said something like a hard man was good. When she had drawn me completely inside her, she paused again and looked up at her sister. I had been so captivated by Marjorie’s descent onto my cock, I had completely lost track of Allison, but now, looking directly above my head, I could see her pussy descending to me. I quickly took a deep breath through my nose, breathing in her scent, watching as her lips slowly opened as her legs spread and she squatted above my face. Poking my tongue out as far as I could, I slipped it between her lips. Perhaps it was proximity to the university that drew them to Levall? He didn't know.Two hours later, he climbed an exterior staircase over a midtown art studio. His patience had worn thin. The last local architect on his list ran her own firm.A teenage girl stood at the window, typing on her phone. She smiled at him as he entered. The frustration he felt from his wasted morning melted away. She wore a short, pleated blue skirt and a white top, paired with tall platform high heels. When she sat.