The bastard was right; my pussy was dripping wet and I had never expected that my slutty cunt would be lubed up and inviting.He slowly ran his cock in...and out of my warm cunt, his cock getting harder with every thrust. Then I found myself relaxing my legs to allow him easier access to my womb.He was pumping me pretty hard when I felt myself starting an orgasm was being built inside of my betraying body.I could not believe it; that bastard was taking my pussy at his own will and I was enjoying. Vangie just held her and could feel her own tears rolling down her face. Then Cathy looked at her with her love shining from her eyes and said, "Mom, I was a twenty-four-carat bitch! I'm so sorry! God, have I missed you! I didn't realize how much until just now."Vangie shook her head and said, "No, darling, it wasn't you. It was me. You were right and I was wrong. All I could talk about was how advantageous a marriage to this young man would be ... in economic terms. I never talked about Ken. He'd select one of the playmates from the wall, and then work until he got the eyes, or lips, or cheeks right. Then he'd clean the makeup off with cold cream, select another model and begin the process again.He had a few close calls but fortunately, Rob never caught him. Joe gradually came to understand that he could never be the slim girl with the perfect body. He stopped looking for an exact match but instead, concentrated on adapting the particular look to his own face. He found it very. Too big for me to fuck (though I would have loved to have gotten on my knees and shoved that monster in my mouth!). Since he had not stopped me at any point, we kept chatting and I began rubbing his cock and massaging it, getting wetter all the while playing with this massive fucking meat stick. At this point, I couldn’t help myself, we were in a corner booth and no one could see much, so I slipped my hand down the front of his pants and he ceased being able to talk. He just looked me right in.