Gavin was seated on the couch in a room dimly lit by the TV screen. Dawn's feet rested on Gavin's lap, his thumbs pressing into her soles and sliding ...n between her painted toenails. Her smooth legs ran for miles, leading into her pink bathrobe. Gavin's fingers continued to work into her feet as his eyes were glued to the TV screen. Dawn let out a loud yawn before turning to her son and drowsily saying "I think I'll go to bed, sweety. I'm quite tired."She scooted across the couch to kiss Gavin. . what the hell Nick, you must be joking!” Cami cried, ogling the thing, but Nick stuck it into her mouth before she could say anything more.“Nick! Get that the fuck out of my mouth!” Cami cried, but her cries were muffled by his giant cock.“Ooh, suck that bad boy.” Nick groaned, mouth-fucking her.“Nick! Please!” Cami cried, but again her cries were muffled.“Oh, and some of my friends are coming over later. I expect you to give them the same service as me.” Nick added, grinning at her.Then,. I startled when I heard a knock on the door.It was a very tight fit, but my stewardess squeezed in so that we were face to face; her penetrating green eyes only inches from mine and her breasts brushing against my chest. She had a small bag with her from which she pulled a thick, six-inch long dildo attached to a leather harness. She grinned wickedly as she pushed latex cock past my lips into my mouth. As I sucked the thick dick, she spoke matter-of-factly, as if she did this kind of thing. A few days later I went to see her. We talked about what I wanted to do which included having meetings for those living in the small community in an effort to enlist their support. She said she would happily attend any meetings, take notes of the proceedings, and make them available for me to use. I thanked her as I was preparing to get up and leave, when from out of nowhere, she asked me if I enjoyed sex. A bit taken aback (and not thinking of my wife) I just stammered out, "Yes, doesn't.