She told me about games she and her colleagues played to keep themselves amused and spirits high while working in quite a gritty environment.She said ...hey had a hilarious time asking really intimate questions because people would answer 100% honestly (very eye opening she said).. other guys would treat it like counselling and the moment the door shut on the examination room begin pouring out their hearts and asking for advice on things like making a woman orgasm.When inspecting guys if when. I rolled my eyes. They were both incorrigible and sexy to a fault.After dinner, I scraped down the grill briefly and left the hot coals to take care of the rest. The girls carried all the food indoors to the kitchen. I arrived and headed into the downstairs powder room for a moment. When I came out of the restroom, Carol wasn’t evident.“Where’d Carol go?”“Bathroom. You were busy in there, so I sent her up the stairs.”I brushed off the comment and helped put the leftovers away. I was pleased. The moment of climax was beautifully shot. It was cross-cut at perfect moments between all of the previously alternating views: Mom's pretty orgasm face with a deep red blush rising on her cheeks and deep whimpering sighs escaping from her sensually open red lips. Mom's big tits heaving with her heavy breathing, nipples standing tall in midst of large aureolas. A shudder going through wide open motherly thighs and a little blonde head moving between them. The slurping interplay of a girl's. But I was also in search of some lovely fresh pussy and I intended to get it. On the road again! It was several days later, on a Sunday, after some side trips, that I approached New York. All you need to know is that I took the Holland Tunnel and then the Brooklyn Bridge and headed out into Long Island. Margo had a home outside the metro area and she knew I was nearing her house because I had called from Manhattan. It was late morning. She had told me her daughters would be at work. They worked.