Her hands clung to his waist, and Toby, still holding her tits, was gasping and trembling.His weight rested on his mother's tits, but Susan didn't fee... it. All she felt was his cock sliding in and out of her bubbling cunt, scr****g her clit, his balls bouncing off her gyrating ass. The sensations of Toby's cock in her pussy sent her pulses racing, her mind reeling. She strained her head back, eyes suited with mindless passion, churning her hips wickedly to his thrusts. She dug into his waist . A quick glance at the clock tells me she has never been here this late before. Finally we are alone. She has said nothing to me. But now I see her looking at me. She stands up and walks towards me. She smiles. I die a little as she teases me. She reaches my desk and sits on the corner. Crossing her legs I hear the swishing rustle of her stockings. I am frozen like a rabbit in the glare of a trucks head lights. She is saying something but I am too far gone to hear a word. I reach forward towards. That was the lasttime I had even looked anywhere near as close to as good as I knew Ilooked right now. I drank too much that night while getting on cam andwatching guys jerk off to me, until I decided that wasn't enough andput an ad out looking for men who wanted a blow job on Craig's List. Icouldn't believe the number of responses I received even if, in theend, the vast majority were from super sketchy guys I could never in amillion years trust. I wanted so badly to be a real life slut, that. "How come no threats this time? No spells, no geases, none of that?"Ruby laughed. "It's one thing to play around on the bus. My mother would totally freak if she found that gypsies run the camp. A couple of years ago she had a gypsy palm reader read my future. The old woman mumbled for a very long time, I mean, more than an hour; nothing she said made sense. My mother yelled at her to sober up, and either say something sensible or give us our money back."That old gypsy woman laughed at her..