They had a fight or something. Family shit, you know, it's stupid.”“They had a thing together?” Rebecca asked. “How long ago?”“A couple of...years ago, and I'd say they had more than a thing,” Deana said.“You realize what that means?” Rebecca asked. “You, um, a couple years ago, Cindy was the age you are now. You must look exactly the way she did then. You almost do now.”Deana knew what her friend was thinking, but she said, “So?”“Don't play dumb. Look at you,” Rebecca said and circled one of. Did he fuck your soaked pussy? Yessss! she said in short breaths. He kissed me hard when he came in and his hand went under my dress to feel my pussy. When he felt how wet I was, he pushed me back on the couch and ripped my panties off. Then he fucked me like a Wildman. He laughed lightly. Could he tell you were full of cum? No, she moaned again. At least I dont think so. He thought I was that wet just from wanting him. He liked it. Thats why he fucked me so good. Roy stood up as he pulled his. Sammy was perhaps a little disappointed that he didn’t get more play, but not too much from what I could tell. Perhaps knowing that he wasn’t going to be evacuated made him really want to get as much tail as he could before it escaped him, but he knew better than to defy Margret or me. Besides, he still got more booty lately than he used to get, even as the boss. He would get another chance at more pussy later, I was sure of it. I hoped that he had the good sense to realize that Margret wasn’t. "Sure why not, in fact I much prefer older women. Why did I say that, well my mother used to tease me on the size of my penis from as far back as I could remember. When I became a teenager she used to deliberately sit with her dress up high, opening and closing her legs when she was wearing no panties and laughing when she saw my reaction. My mother knew I used the binoculars that she gave me incidentally to spy on women at night in the neighbourhood.It was then she used to ask if I thought her.