Lovers since childhood, these two MILFs share two husbands. There's George, an older man who is principal of the school where Sharona teaches; and Den...is, their high school sweetheart, a veteran honorably discharge after receiving a leg injury. Dennis, in turn is married to a fellow soldier named Rodrigo, currently deployed (and collecting a small harem of war-brides and relatives thereof). George was married to a woman his own age, named Katrina, but she passed away earlier this year. Michelle. Her arms tied together holding her upright, her feet only just touching the floor and her eyes blindfolded. She could tell she was standing in only her underwear. It was cool wherever she was. Not cold, just cool, and very quiet. Anna resisted the urge to call out. Her mind reminded her she had asked for an audience with the gangs leader, but had been hoping for a more formal interview. Not this; this was more than she could have ever imagined. Anna was an up and coming reporter and this. My right hand pulled her right one behind her. I moved her over to where the guy was sleeping.I was surprised to find out that she only had two fake passports, two pairs of handcuffs, a tiny one-shot pistol taped inside her thigh next to her mound, a switchblade, and stun gun. With her left arm blocked, I used my right hand to pull the skirt up to get the gun loose. On a whim, I slid my hand down into her panties with my middle finger on her clit. Maybe she was into sex when restrained in such. Once more they moved into each other’s arms and their lips met, in another fiery, deep kiss. Fran’s arms slid around Joanne and cupped her buttocks, pulling her close. Joanne clasped her friend’s firm bottom in her hands, and was delighted by how wonderful it felt. Fran broke the kiss and said, ‘Come on!’ She took Joanne’s hand and tugged her toward the door. Hand in hand, the two women moved toward the bed. Fran kicked off her shoes and knelt on the bed. ‘Come here,’ she whispered, and reached.