Mike gulped anddidn't know what to say. Did Mom tell Dad that he had attended theBrownie meeting with Tammy and Diane? Should he tell him about it?"I..... uh... spent some time with Tammy and Diane this afternoon," Mikestammered looking out of the corner of his eye at his Mom to see herreaction. She looked a little surprised.Just then Mom remembered the cookies I had made at Brownies and putthem on the table. "Well, honey, I didn't know that you got home earlyenough to bake cookies," Dad said as. Jayne bracing herself on one arm, crouched low of the dildo, grinding the object deep into her pussy and forcing it further into Saras still pulsing vagina. Minutes later I watched their pussys finally meet each other, the dildo entirely swallowed up by the two holes, their lips rubbing against each other. I couldnt take any more, I moved my fingers as hard as possible and felt the orgasm tear though me at the same time as I watched both my friends pound there new found favourite toy, both. Anyway, there are mostly farmers around here, and they don’twear business suits ... ”“Yeah, mostly farmers with frumpy wives!” Edna said. “And horny young farmhandswho’ve got no place to go to get their rocks off!”“What have you got in mind?” Marcella asked.“What this town needs is a whorehouse! Think you could run one?”“Oooh shit, Edna!” Marcella said, and laughed.“I’m serious. There’s a lot of money in that line. Look, I’ll help you. I’ll be one of yourgirls. But I don’t have a business. Anticipation wells up in me as I feel you pull my soaked black silk thong off flinging it into the front. Fingers lightly dipping into me, vibrations around you as a moan makes my throat muscles quiver. You push me upright then back, my legs hooking over the headrests. Hands grasp and squeeze my heaving breasts before you take my top and rip the front open. I see your cock twitch as my ample cleavage is revealed barely contained in its silk prison. You waste no time two fingers plunge in to my.