"Who is it?" I call. "Hello? My name is Margaret McIlvaine speaking on behalf of the Law Firm of O'Sullivan, Kelly, Walsh, Flanagan and Mullan of Wexf...rd County, Ireland? I'm here to talk to you about the death of your Great-Granduncle Twice Removed?" A woman's voice with a Wexford accent so thick you could cut it with a knife says. "..." I go over to the door but don't open it."What kind of scam is this?" I ask, wishing like hell the peephole in my door hadn't been painted over years ago."Oh,. You’re getting Robby very excited.” Carla kissed Robby, and I could see her hand was moving under the sheet as she played with him.I can’t say I was not enjoying this because I was, even though I knew I was blushing. I could see Robby was paying close attention to what I was doing, but I saw Carla lick her lips a few times as she watched my every move. Believe it or not, it was the look on Carla’s face, not Robbie’s, that encouraged me to try and put on a good performance.I took my time. She pulled off her halter top over her head and hung it on a coat hook and then removed her white bra. She stifled a moan as she rubbed her full breasts where the underwire had been pinching a little. Her fingers twitched as her nipples ached to be squeezed but she managed to resist as she lifted the basque and slipped her arms through the shoulder straps. Reaching behind her she began to clip it up the back till she was halfway up and adjusted her breasts within the cups.If she thought she’d. Her cunt was wet and her fingers were sliding in and out."Uh!" she groaned as she felt her pussy widen and open.But fortunately her cries were covered by the cries of Betty."Uh! Uh! Uh!" poor Betty groaned as her throat was stuffed with Dick's big penis. She was totally out of control. Dick was totally in control.He was shoving his cock down Betty's throat as if she were nothing more than a machine in his kitchen, like the one for grinding up sausage meat. And her only purpose was to eat his.