In the years since, I’ve noticed that all back roomshave such men in some numbers. I just pushed past themnow, avoiding eye contact. I do my bus...ness, and I goon.Part II: Just a TasteThis was the plan last Wednesday. Business as usual. Alittle amusement before hitting the icy roads again.There was nothing particularly special in the booththat night. The films were mostly gay, some blacks onblondes, a threesome. I found a couple of straightfilms to switch between, and started my. As I turned myself on the chair to tuck my legs under the table I told him I only had Saturdays and Sundays because of my office job. He said, “well today is Saturday if you have just an hour or two for some dusting” and I bounced my tits as I moved the chair in toward the table, his eyes glued themselves to my titties. I could see a large bulge in his gray sweatpants as he sat across from me and I plopped my big boobs on his kitchen table. Happy to know I was making some money, I blurted. I inhaled deeply; gawd her scent was intoxicating. I put them in my pocket and walked back into the kitchen. “Better. Now sit down and eat.” I was famished from last night and wolfed down my breakfast. I watched as my mom was finishing hers. Her robe as half open and her beautiful breasts were spilling out and jiggling as she ate. I could also see the lips of her pussy against her sheer panties as her legs were slightly parted. I felt my cock stir again.“Mom…”“Robby stop. Before you. He was further relieved to find the condom still in place so he hadn’t made too much mess. He discarded the condom in the 1st floor bathroom and cleaned himself up then scooted back down stairs. He straight away bumped into his sister who said “Well, is she any good”. David’s heart missed a beat and he just stared blankly at Joan who then said, in an exasperated tone, “Alice; is she any good at table tennis”. David just managed to recover enough to say “Well, she’s better than me”. To which.