“You made her suck my cock. What the hell? Now I can’t fuck her?”“Why would you want to,” Delia asked. “I don’t want your cock in her di...ty twat. You don’t know what she might have. She’s been fucking everybody.”Nathan shook his head at the hypocrisy. “You’re one to talk. Where did I find you? In the same place.” “It wasn’t like that!” Delia said.“Oh, Christ, it was exactly like that!” he said.When they got home, both of them were tense and Leila was sitting on the porch waiting to be let in.. Locating the fugitive was no problem and the two skip tracers followed theirquarry to a supermarket and watched her go inside. Cindy parked the van directlynext to the fugitive's car and awaited her return. Ann was a plump red headtype around 5'5” and 150 lb. wearing a blue business suit. Cindy, a bisexual,occasionally took liberties with her female captives but so far nothing aboutthis one particularly aroused her. Within 20 minutes their quarry emerged from the store carrying a shoppingbag. Chatham, who had lost her sea-faring husband. His ship had sailed into the vast reaches of the great Pacific Ocean and none had returned from the voyage.His loss had left her with little. I, being a Good Christian, offered her some help. Without trying to seem too overbearing, I might bring a goose and ask if she could prepare it as I had no wits in the kitchen, then share it with her and family. I might ask for a pie, leaving a sack of flour, butter and fruits enough for her family. And so I. “Nnnnnyaaaaaaaaaaa…”, she screamed as she spasmed in complete abandonment. Eventually, she slumped off to one side, collapsing onto the bed, breathing heavily. I was short of breath myself, not helped by Ruth sitting on my chest. “My turn”, she said, shuffling up the bed and pushing her pussy into my face. Sucking my cock and hearing her mother must have been a big turn-on for her, as her lips and inner thighs were glistening. Starting on her thighs, I licked her clean, then slipped my tongue.