.. your pussy is so tight…” “Oh, yes, Chris, you are so big. It feels so good...”I watched as he pulled her hair and used his giant muscled bo...y to push his huge dick even deeper into her wet and stretched cunt.“Oh, yes… I am going to cum...”. She was gasping for air as she exclaimed her pleasure.Then I saw her back arched and she threw her head back and moaned: “Oh, no!”…Her body began to shake. He flipped her over at the same moment. Then she wrapped his legs around his waist and grabbed his. 'We were crouched over a monitor in Smee's workshop looking at the colored image of a mature woman masturbating. She was in her early thirties, I guessed, and a natural blonde. She had trimmed her pubic hairs neatly but a golden blush showed clearly. She seemed to draw inspiration for her fantasies from a stack of old 'Detective' magazines.'What do you mean, Smee, by saying "it's for him"?' I asked.'The Vicar. He doesn't sleep with her. But he likes to watch her doin' things, on tape.''What a. I only got thirty-two dollars. Maybe next time.”She points to the other guy. “How much you got?”He laughed, “I’m sure I could come up with thirty-two dollars.”She points to the bartender, “Thirty-two dollars?”The bartender smiled, “Sure Doll. Whatever you need.”“Then it’s a deal.”They all laughed.Except Lisa, who couldn’t believe they thought this was a joke, “I’m serious.”The bartender was growing tired of her joke. “And your drunk.”“Well, yea”, Lisa responded. “That just makes being a whore. I felt a little nervous as I just stood there inside the doorway,realizing that this was the first time that I'd ever been in that houseall by myself. And though I knew that this house and everything in itwas now technically mine, I doubted that I would ever think of it asanything other than Aunt Elyse's. And the thought of her just remindedme of how sad I was that she was gone.Then after a minute, I dropped my bags to the ground and decided to lookaround. It wasn't as though I was really.