I was trying not to barf all over her because as she closed her robe a funky odor filled my nostrils making me feel sick. She smelled like she hadn't ...leaned her cunt in years. (I may be exaggerating, but I doubt it.) She sat back down and picked up the cigarette she had set in the ashtray, putting it back in her mouth.I was beginning to feel sorry for Steph because if she lived in a place like this looking the way she does and with a mother who looked and acted the way she was now, I wondered. She kicked off her shoes and started caressing my now raging hard-on with her stocking covered foot. I looked down at my lap, then up at her face. Her barely controlled lust was evident as the blouse floated to the floor."I love your taste in lingerie, Margaret," I said, trying not to stare at her bra-clad breasts.She shimmied for a moment, letting the orbs dance around her chest while unzipping her skirt. It pooled around her ankles. leaving her standing in her bra, matching panties,. He worked his skillful tongue all around my holes. He inserted his tongue in my ass as I worked my clit. I came almost immediately on his face. He wanted more so I gave it to him. He loved eating my ass! I came again but needed a hard cock in my pussy to cum harder.I told him to put it inside me so he got behind me and started doing me from behind. He slapped my ass and fingered my asshole while he did me. I was shocked about his finger in my ass but after the initial shock, it began to. I figured no one wanted it, so I took it."The statue was Mitch's largest procurement since he began prowling cemeteries nine months ago, looking for things to steal. His collection of urns, smaller statues, tiny gravestones and other ephemera filled the hollowed-out crawl space adjoining his living quarters. His parents were oblivious to Mitch's offbeat hobby, as he kept the door to the space locked and hidden behind a floor to ceiling poster of a ghoul feeding from a demolished coffin.The.