My vocal lips dripped with Ceenie's sexual release. It was hot and gooey and oh so slick. I took my finger and ran it along my mouth. The feeling had ...o explanation. It was about as good as it could get.Ceenie lay on her yoga mat breathing heavily and still leaking her orgasm. The droplets looked so hot as they exited her close-to-her-body inlet. Her body glowed naturally as she let the high subside.I lay down on the mat I was provided beside her and we looked at each other. The look in. I pulled out a small stack of bound letters and handed then to her."Here's a sample of what I've got, Mrs Warren," I said, "I've got about one hundred all together." With shaking fingers she took the first letter out and started to read."Who's it from mum?" her daughter asked."It from me, love," she replies, "something I wrote years ago, before I met your dad. Oh my, have you read this?" she asked me, looking very embarrassed"One or two," I lied, "just to find out about you." You say you've got. Before I could even move, I gasped, her clit-dick slamming into my cunt. Pleasure shot through me as the Winter futa filled my snatch to the hilt. My own girl-cock twitched on my stomach, drinking in the delight of her shaft.She planted her hands on either side of me, her big tits swaying over me as she pumped her dick in and out of my teenage cunt. I whimpered, my own breasts jiggling as they made two piles on my chest, my nipples hard and puckered.“Officer Cindy,” I whimpered as she pumped. We were chatting about this and that, waiting for our lift home when, suddenly, two men with stocking masks over their heads burst in and brandished what looked like an air pistol at us. I wanted to giggle, frankly, but I wasn't taking any chances. The manager, Pete, came out of his office and handed over the money without a word, since that was what they were obviously after.Although the money was all they wanted, they nevertheless guided both me and Alice over to a couple of pillars which.