Sheila sat straight and stretched her back and shoulders. Her mini skirt rode up and her long toned legs were displayed. My dick started to grow as I ...ooked those perfect shaped legs covered by black stockings.She had divorced recently, just because her husband was fucking around. "Let's get undressed and then finish our drinks, dear Victor…" Sheila suddenly said, catching me totally by surprise.In spite of the risk, I was all for it as I was anxious to get a look at her naked body, especially. I was pretty frustrated. The porn and fiction sites that I had beenviewing became stale. I didn't have an outlet for LaTanya. Then out ofnowhere Charles befriended me.I immediately accepted. Charles was a 50 yr old single black maleliving in Pennsylvania willing to be part of my fantasy.We had weekly episodes by e-mail. I, describing how his generosity washelping me become the woman of my dreams and he described our dates andhow we were satisfying our sexual needs. He was my fantasy sugar. Her father insists that she was not active but saving herself." What about the mother? Or better yet, the sister?" she asked."Mr. Watkins answered all of our questions. He refused to let us talk to the others." You're kidding." I wish to God I was kidding. He stonewalled every attempt we made to bring them into the conversation. But body language alone says he's lying." His body language or someone else's?" Mainly the oldest surviving daughter, but also the mother. I could tell they wanted to. April began to moan around my cock, which produced wonderful vibrations from her lips. Her red hair tickled my thighs as she worked, and I felt myself getting close to orgasm.April opened her eyes and locked onto mine. On the upstroke, she let my dick come out of her mouth, and exhaled moist warm air into my crotch. "Mmmmm, George, I love the way your dick tastes. Those hot little teenagers didn't clean you up very well when they were done, did they?" She stuck out her tongue and licked all the.