It was clear why there were a string of middle aged males sat in the wicker chairs along the front window, pretending to idly flick through a 'Men's H...alth' magazine a 'Vogue', or, which I found most amusing. I found myself staring at this woman, forgetting completely why I was standing in the middle of a salon, looking like a 16 year-old pimp. Christ, the woman could be my mother but she still turned me on. I was interviewed that day, there and then, by a rather plump, middle-aged woman in the. "My, a man could get use to all this attention."About that time, the coffee pot beeped with the warning it was cutting off. Phil held up his cup and said, "Could one of you pour me another cup of coffee before it gets cold, please." That will be my job. What do you want in it?" Ann said, taking his cup and continued, Betty, do you want some coffee?"I'll take black and Betty will take one scoop of cream and one spoon of sugar."After she got their coffee, she got her own and sat in the recliner. If her daughter exaggeratedabout liking cooking what else could she have been doing the same about?The only interaction Rhonda had with her family was at dinner. Her dadand sister tried to talk with her about the big day out shopping. Thegirl who did not want to revisit the events of her day gave shortanswers. Dawn tried to change the subject so Rhonda could be morecomfortable and wouldn't recoil further into her shell.Then Linda tried to hype up how good the day must have been with gettingso. I could see her sex invitingly beautiful. Leon put his hand on my thigh, close to my throbbing pussy.“Tears of joy,” I choked. “Thank you.” Nathalie and Leon licked the tears from my face, their hands meeting at my pussy. I spread my legs further apart, allowing them better access. I could feel Leon’s fingers moving up and down my slit, while Nathalie played with my clit. I had trouble breathing and had to steady myself by holding onto the table.“Dear friends,” I heard Graham saying. “I want.