It had to be Robin; there was no one else in the apartment. But what the hell was all this about? She'd been asleep a few minutes ago when he'd gotten...up for the obligatory morning piss. There'd been a moan coming from her bedroom and he peaked in the half-open door to see if she was okay. What he saw in the light from the hallway made his piss-hard throb with pain.Robin lay on her back, apparently asleep, but with her head moving slowly from side-to-side as she smacked her lips. From many a. My granny would have been proud of me!He did perform it, and his rendition of this David Gates masterpiece from 1972 was fantastic.When he joined me at my table after his session had ended, it was clear that the workforce was keen on going home and so we made our way to my suite rather rapidly. Although we had not spoken about sex up to this point, I was sure that he was joining me for more than just a nightcap.What astonished me about Mike after this point was how upfront he was. Without. I had manipulated her into letting me fuck one MILF before her, even got her to do it, now I had another. The MILF. The reverend’s busty wife.The sloppy sounds echoed through the living room. The shower turned off upstairs. Dripping wet, Georgia would start to get ready for her date with her oblivious to all the fun I was having with her mother.She worked that hot mouth up and down my futa-cock, my pussy clenching. The pleasure rippled through my body. I groaned at the bliss that throbbed down. "Why are you showing me this?" I asked."My stupid friend took those pictures with his iPhone," said Brett. "I think I should make him delete them don't you?" I'm not giving you any money," I said. "I have an uncle who's a cop. He'll handle this blackmail for me and you and your two stupid friends will go to jail." I'm on your side, dummy," he said. "I don't want this to get out any more than you do. And I don't want any money. How much could you actually give me any way? I WAS listening to you,.