"What (gasp) are you...(gasp) doing?"I said nothing but continued to finger her incredibly soft pussy. I stared at her face and basked in her reluctan...ly enjoying the moment. My mom laid down on the couch and continued to arch her back, moaning. As she was writing on her back while I finger-fucked her, her tits popped free of the slingshot covering, and they were as majestic as I imagined them to be. Yes, she was horny, I surmised, because Dad hadn't touched her recently. This was going to be. Sam Roberts was some kind of businessman from Kansas City. Through casual conversations with other customers, he got the idea that the business might be for sale.Sam was a big athletic man of about fifty. He was about six feet six inches tall, and about two hundred fifty pounds. He had short grey hair and wore an immaculate grey suit with faint white pinstripes. His leather boots were made by Heyer out of lizard skin.Joe and Sara were sitting in a booth near the front door towards the end of. I went back to her cunt, and she squealed as I nipped her clitoris and held it with my lips, Cathy flicked a finger across it rapidly as Charlotte squirmed on my face, then she screamed and flooded my face again as she came.I felt my own orgasm nearing. Cathy used her cunt muscles to squeeze me, reaching behind herself, she cupped my heavy balls and urged the spunk up out of them. I roared as I shot it, my legs went stiff, and I felt the searing heat as I ejaculated spurt after spurt up into. She wasn't tall, petite would be the word someone would use to describe her, medium breasts and large hips. In other words a woman, not ravishingly beautiful but reasonably attractive in an exotic way and a woman!"Is that me?" I breathed, peering forward at the thick black bush in her crotch but I knew it was, there was no doubt she was me."I wish you would listen," She said irritably. "I thought I explained it." You!" I suddenly screamed and leapt at her, hands reaching for her throat but she.