This is exactly what I want, but it came out of me. Would you put it back in for me? Please?"Mother moved like Boris Karloff doing Frankenstein's mons...er as she approached mine. (Frankly, it's not quite as big as I hint, but a little exaggeration never hurt a porn story, did it?)Mother's trembling hands were on fire as she took me in a firm grip and guided me back to home, sweet home.Betsy sank down to the root with a sigh. "Thanks, Mom. It's absolutely, exactly what I wanted. Maybe Mr. Long. Maybe during lunch she would find out.Throughout their meal the conversation flowed, and although they had absolutely nothing in common, there was something drawing them together. Once their dining was over Max asked Paris if she would like to join him in the lounge for a drink. This was definitely a no-brainer. "Yes," she replied without hesitation. Max returned to their table in the lounge with two glasses of wine, one red and one white. Whilst Max was standing at the bar Paris took stock of. But the times she can wear her hair down like this are always enjoyed. Phoebe puts some makeup on, still just smiling at Les, whose tan, lovely face does not use any makeup more than perhaps a swipe of lipstick now and then. Her beauty is apparent without any augmentations.Neither woman want to dress to cover the view of the masterpiece each sees in front of them. Unfortunately, noticing the time, they realize they have to. Les putting on her clothes from yesterday, and Phoebe capris and a. Thegirl?s short skirt was wrinkled and was halfway up her thighs. Her nylons werepulled back up but the crotch was torn away and her panties were gone. She wasin perfectly presentable condition for those who would soon be paying money tofuck her. Soon, the menbegan to arrive, a few at first, then more and more. Before long, word of mouthspread and dozens of men came by to have a romp with this young vixen. The only soundsaudible to Jeff, Matt and Sara were the loud grunts of happy, horny men.