If she was ironing a shirt or distracting a mark at the table Hilda took her job seriously and never eased back on the throttle like on one of those n...w-fangled motor cars spreading as rapidly as the buffalo disappeared forever.The Indians were still calling the railway trains “Iron Horses” and Doc and Hilda were seated in one of the passenger cars studiously avoiding the stares of the sod busters and the traveling salesmen looking for signs of the wild west.Hilda was wearing a low cut dress. I had told him that some of her friends had also said the same. As we walked along the river bank chatting like old friends Rex said that perhaps I should have my evening meal at his place tonight, I agreed and as we found a bench we sat down.Rex soon began to ask me questions about college and wether I had a girl friend etc. I replied no to the girl friend but I told him I felt awaward talking to my mother reguardin sex. He said he understood and may be he could help me. I blushed as I asked. Though it was messy.As I pumped my futa-dick in and out of Mrs. Greene’s tight twat, my fingers found the naughty girls’ pussies. I rubbed through the sparse bush adorning Allie’s hot flesh and the shaved folds of Kathy’s juicy twat. They both moaned, suckling harder, cheeks hollowing as they nursed with such passion on the MILF’s tits.It was such a wicked thing to see. It had my heart pounding in my chest.“Oh, they’re driving me wild,” groaned Mrs. Greene. Her eyes flashed to mine, her. He smiled and said he hoped Phil had better luck with her than he had had. He said she was a lot colder than her looks and threatened to kick his balls across the street. Phil chuckled and said he wasn't after THAT from the girl. The guy nodded as if he didn't believe a word of it and went back to his duties. Phil asked if the man knew the room number and the guy just shook his head. Phil stepped back out and went to the entrance just to the side of the shop, opened the door and climbed the.