Her hot flesh clung to me. My hands squeezed her boobs. I kneaded them. They felt so wonderful in my hands. Like Janelle's big boobs or my Mary's. I m...ssed my wife, but I had my daughters. And right now, I had Mrs. Loves's naughty cunt. Her pussy clenched down about me as I fucked into her.“Oh, my god,” she moaned, her voice muffled by my daughter's pregnant snatch. “Oh, yes, yes, ram that big dick in me. Getting fucked feels so good.”Molly watched on with her wide, hazel eyes.I winked at her. " I only see one little problem with this arrangement, mom. We want in on the action too, and I don't think he can satisfy all of us." Billie was offering up a challenge to see what Todd's reaction would be. Betsy intensified her footwork on Todd's hard cock under the table."Tell you what," Todd started, "if by the end of the weekend, I haven't satisfied all three of you at least once each day, i will pay YOU to do the job. How is that for a workman's guarantee?"After another round of laughter,. Ever." She looked at the studio press relations person, who looked as if he was having apoplexy, then back at the reporters. "I will answer questions about myself only as long as they pertain to my involvement with this show. I will discuss other actors only in terms of the relationship between their characters and mine. My private life and those of my family and friends are out of bounds. Do I make myself clear?" There was no answer, just a stunned silence. "Do I make myself clear?" she said. The next pitch was fat, with nothing on it. It came in waist-high and ripe for the picking.It went right by me for a called strike, and I had not so much as thought about swinging at it. I called time and took several steps toward our dugout. Warren came out to meet me."Paul, I can't see the ball. Take me out."Actually, I could see the goddamned ball just fine; I just couldn't react to it.Warren didn't ask me whether I was sure, and he didn't otherwise discuss the implications of my leaving.