After we were inside her flat, Hazel took of her coat and I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were open revealing the lacy top of her bra... I didn’t say anything and I don’t think Hazel noticed either, because when she finally returned from the kitchen with the coffee and bent down to put it on the coffee, I got an even better view of the bra and the cleavage it formed.As we sat drinking our coffee Hazel suddenly turned to me. “Did you mean it Mike, when you said I look great?” she. I rolled my neck and was intoxicated by the wonderful feeling my devar was giving me. I opened my folded leg and put it around him so that he was now sitting between my legs. He slid back a little and bent over to that he could kiss my belly button and caress my boobs, my thighs. By now my eyes were closed and I could hardly breathe. He slowly pushed me back on the sofa and I was now lying with my private parts fully exposed for him to do whatever he wanted to. The mere anticipation was driving. Angie’s mother had died in childbirth, her father along with her grandmother raised her for years. Angie’s father, James De Camp, was a police officer in the city. When Angie was eleven, he was killed on the job. A year later her grandmother had a stroke and was unable to care for her. This was when Angie came to live with us. She attended the local elementary school and went on to the local high school. To this day, I have no idea what the connection between the families was, but I no longer. ’ Ilona’s arm swings down and Harper gives a heartfelt wail as the brush hits her exposed ass. The vibrations from her screaming bring me over the edge, and my cum boils up my dick and spurts directly down Harper’s throat. Harper’s screams don’t last long, partly because she can’t breathe and partly because I am filling her throat and mouth with warm sticky cum, but she somehow finds the air for one more as Ilona hits Harper’s quivering ass with the brush once again. I release her head shortly.