“Why? Because now you’re mad instead of ready to see if there is any factual basis for the saying about screwing someone’s brains out. Sure, we ...ould be rutting like wild hogs, but as soon as you cool down and get to think it over, you will hate yourself,” I told her as I kissed her on the head before going to get more to eat. “You need to get something to eat too. I heard your stomach grumbling when we were kissing.”She got her a plate but stayed away from me as she went off into her a little. Andy looked down and saw that she'd latched onto her mother's massive tit, sucking on it for all that she was worth while she shoveled all the cum that had fallen onto Tammy's tit towards her needy, greedy mouth. She finally pulled away and then made contact with Andy, and then her mother. "He's hard again already," she said in a shocked tone. Her hand was over her mother's, helping her stroke Andy's 7 ½ inch cock. "What should we do with it now," Tammy asked. She leaned in to kiss her daughter. ‘Come on Mrs Pardoe. You’re not scared of showing your boobies to me, are you?’ ‘Of course I’m not scared,’ huffed Margaret, ‘It’s just that – well, it’s not what I expected.’ She felt it only right to make a show of reluctance, but having her breasts bared didn’t really worry her. In fact she was rather eager for a chance to drag her nipples up and down the teenagers luscious body. It took only a moment for Lizzie to unbutton her blouse and as the girls hands skimmed it back she thrust her. Suddenly Cutter thought about the car they were in. It was covered with dust when they stole it so it must have been left for many days. Perhaps the owner was away on a business trip.Cutter turned to Mike and said, "Open up the glove box and look for the registration papers." Mike fumbled through all the papers and came up with a valid registration certificate."Read it," commanded Cutter.Mike smiled as he said, "It says this car belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Scott at 12312 West Country Club.