"What do you want?" I want you! Pete, I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me hard and deep. Now! Right now!" Gosh, she was beg...nning to sound bossy to herself, bossy as Janie.He raised his head staring down with those marvelous gray- green eyes. He grinned."I'm still not sure I heard you right." Oh, yes you are!" she said petulantly, a new kind of energy flooding her, the energy of the lewdy, she thought with surprise. Yes there was a definite change in her blood. "I. "Beautiful," said Cyrus. Vlad, Bruce, and Cyrus took turns fucking Jan's face. Bruce's cock was 11 inches and Cyrus 12. She took each one like a champ. Bruce really enjoyed Jan's mouth. "I haven't fucked a mouth this good in ages," he said. He was pounding his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin. His eyes rolled back into his head as he made one last thrust into her mouth, his ball sack tightening and his shaft pumping. Jan squealed as Bruce unloaded a huge load into her. Her life consisted of playing tennis, going on exotic trips, going to fancy parties, and spending money for the sake of spending money. She didn't have the burdens and stressors that most mothers had, because when it came down to it, there was always a hireable nanny to take care of Chaz.Because of this, Sondra Hartman floated through time like some kind of eternal goddess. She looked youthful, tan, and buxom, she wore sexy outfits and flirted with most men she met. She had fun adventurous. He returned with a business card, pointed across the street, and said give them the card. I walked across the street, entered the establishment and handed the card to the person that met me. He smiled, shook his head approvingly and climbed the stairs beckoning for me to follow. He showed me into a room with a massage table. He said clothes there, you on table. I asked how much and he said, give card, and was off. In America you receive a massage nude, so I put my clothes there. And climbed on.