She whispered to me “Mom’s home. Oh Shit! Oh Shit! Oh Shit!” She scrambled around the room trying to pick up her clothing and at the same time g...t dressed. It was proving hard for her. I enjoyed the view as she struggled to get her top on and at the same time to pull her jeans over the leg. The two just could happen together and resulted in her falling headlong across the floor. The noise attracted my mother.“What’s going on up there?” She shouted up the stairs, immediately followed by the fall. "While Steven organised the drinks Mrs Anstruther asked Becca whether she could help."No thanks," said Becca cheerfully. "I'm on the last of the spuds. I've done the beans so it's down to sitting and waiting now." What's cooking? It smells delicious." Leftovers. Last Sunday's joint plus some bacon, carrots and onions." Where did you learn to cook?"Becca grinned crookedly. "From Mrs Beeton." She pointed to the book on the shelf.Mrs Anstruther laughed. "I look forward to it," she said. "Thank. I kissed her thighs. And also moved my tongue all over her navel, boobs and thighs . She was. White as milk. Then she removed my shirt and my pants. And sit down and started pulling my pants down. I said her to pull it slowly. She did as I said and slowly my dick was free from its prison and as it was hard it furiously came out and hit lightly her face. Now I was completely nude infront of her .She was watching it continuously.I then removed her bra and panty. She was now also completely nude. I can smell how hot you are." The woman paused and faced the men, stumbling slightly as she turned. "Steve, the slut needs a cock. Why don't you stick yours in her mouth."Gail watched the middle-aged man stand. He wore a black tee-shirt with Harley Davidson written on the front and baggy gray shorts that he stepped out of. His thick cock hung between his legs from a patch of black hair and Gail watched it sway from side to side as he walked towards her. What caught her attention, though, were.