So that is the background to my story, a sexually starved divorcee and her u******e daughter, attracting men, for the their same basic urge.Of course ...one of this was prevalent or constantly on my mind, or mothers for that, we just went about our business as per norm, neither of us aware of impending needs or urges, though I had mentioned about the old man on the first floor, staring up my skirt as I walked up them, and talking incessantly to me, mum laughed at my constant babbling, telling me. "James, what's happening?!" It is utter chaos, Mrs. Kendall! It's happening again, just like it did before!" Oh dear God, no ... I heard a noise, James, it sounded like gunshots!"Cassie gasps, her eyes wide and shimmering."Several Secret Service agents began firing at those who were affected before evacuating the President."Dorothy raises her shaking hands and clenches them into fists. "Oh God ... oh God NO!"James swallows. "M-Mrs. Kendall ... the door to the old playroom ... it's open .... I was surprised that my neck wasn’t broken. Her e cstatic screams filled the room, interrupted only by occasional gasps. When she was fully sated, her legs and hands fell away from my head. Megan and I picked our heads up at the same time and looked down at Karen. She lay with her head thrown back staring up at the ceiling. A subtle smile creased the corners of her mouth and her chest rose and fell energetically, as she panted through O-shaped lips. A small rivulet of juice trickled down. I wanted him that's for Damn Sure but made no really open moves or said any thing. That next day up and 5 am and we headed to the northern edge of my property to start repairing the fence. Finished the day at about 5 pm and headed back to the house. I have a screened in porch on the back of the house with a large to headed shower at one end. Told him we would shower before going inside. Had big beach towels hanging on the wall and a large laundry basked. Walked over and started stripping, made.