I squeezed my tit with one hand whileI rubbed the lips of my pussy with the other. Lex spun around and scooted up next to me. She restedthe back of he... head on my shoulder and slid one of her dildos inside her.“Ooohhh” she let out. “Sorry, I’m so rude,” she let out between gasps. She reached down to her boxand handed me an egg-style vibrator. “You should like this one.” She grunted as she slid the smooth,black cock in and out. “It’s kinda like the one you have. You can just hold it, oh yes!”. We went in the office to tidy up the paper work when the lady doing the job seemed to be flirting with me, even Donna smiled and winked at me. she was Vanessa, looked around 45, I later learned she was 52, slim but had a little tub hung over her jeans, nice average size tits and shoulder length brown hair.As we completed the sale she told us that someone would call up the day after for a survey to see if we need any work doing before the fire could be fitted. The day after Donna and I waited in. Kneeling on the floor behind me, I guided my hard erect cock towards her arsehole with my hand. The tip of my cock teased her gaping arsehole for a moment and then I rammed it into her.Claire squealed, her cries muffled by the carpet. Oblivious to whatever discomfort and humiliation she was feeling, I pumped into her, ramming my cock into her rectum, feeling her tight little arsehole close around my shaft. Claire's whole body rocked with each thrust, and she moaned each time I tore into her.. Mrs. Howe continued to sob freely, tears streaming down her cheeks, her face scrunched up in pain, still rubbing her bottom. Slowly though she also recovered but her breathing was still heavier than Olivia’s. Mrs. Denver allowed them a few more moments rubbing time before sitting down and looking up at the two very unhappy wet faces. “We need to discuss your punishment envelopes when you are ready.” Slowly the rubbing stopped and mother and daughter stood looking at Mrs. Denver with one hand on.