The anticipation was always torture for her. She hated waiting and was typically always the one to give in to her desires first by begging him to fuck...her. Amy released her grip from his now rigid cock, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and silently waited to be taken. Time seemed to stand still as Amy listened to her own heavy breathing. She was acutely aware of her chest and ass rising and falling with each breath, her nipples erect and hard. Her temperature was rising too, and she could. "How'd you do it?" he asked, still staring in amazement at the tape as Ronee began to climax."I just happened to meet her in the elevator," May replied. "She recognized me from the film you had shown her." Goddam! You're great, honey!" he shouted, then stared in open-mouth amazement as May's figure came onto the screen at the peak of Ronee's climax. "Shit! You got her to go lesbian, too?" he asked, watching intently at the taped image of May squeezing Ronee's full, white boobs then collapsing. The changes in her, and in Johnny, were pleasantly surprising. As young as he was, she couldn't get over how willing and eager he was to do thingsmany grown men would not do, or even think of doing. She was surprised ather herself too. She found it intensely exciting to piss, especially with her son close by. This thing about pissing didn't bother her, nor did it bother her son. She was no longer hesitant to let her son see her naked, see her cunt and ass and tits. Johnny showed more interest. ‘Now all we have to do is look around for every white guy around the age of 30 to 35 who wears high end wool suits and has the first or last initial of M. Should be a piece of cake.’ ‘Hey,’ Michelle laughed, in a much better mood now that she’d been fed. ‘Don’t be such a pessimist. Maybe the lab guys can do something with the hair. Or maybe we’ll get lucky and this guy likes to run with scissors and play in traffic. Maybe he’ll run into a semi. ‘ ‘I have a feeling that the hair is just going to.