At one time I had been a prostitute, a high class and expensive one, but a whore all the same. I'd retired when I met David's father who had known wha... I was when he met and fell in love with me, at the time he had been one of my best customers and though I didn't love him at the outset I had grown to love him over the years. My husband's death had been a painful loss to me emotionally, he'd gone from being my meal ticket out of the game to a man I adored and when the cancer took him I was. My breasts bounced violently, I lowered my head between my shoulder blades and drove against him as hard as I could. He responded by grabbing my hips with both hands again and hammering my pussy."Tomorrow night we're inviting all of Ron's friends over and you'll take them upstairs one by one. Everyone else will stay downstairs playing poker and your bitch husband will serve us drinks."I rolled onto my side and started to cum... my knees pulling up towards my breasts. He reached down with one of. He smiled. She really knew how to lift his spirits as well as other things. ‘Damn, I can’t think that way of my sister,’ he thought. “Whatya thinking about Bro?” “What do you mean?” He blushed at his thoughts. “Sorry Terri I was thinking of the last time we made love. Melinda and I, I mean.” “Really?” He eyes lighten up and a sexy smile appeared. “Make love eh? So you both must have been serious. Normally the guys I know would fuck until they got themselves into a serious relationship then. She was practically fingering herself. She was so sexual. She kept touching herself and was pressuring me to pull out my dick when we both heard the slam of a car door. The dope man was here. FUCK! It was pretty normal for him to come over, drop off our pot, smoke some of his stash with us, and leave. Neither one of us wanted that to happen tonight. She jumped up off the couch, ran downstairs, and met him at the door, giving him some bull shit story about us having to leave to go to a party..