I recognized her, she bounced back and forth between Harold and Sister Mary’s shelter. Now run by Gloria VanLandingham. This girl was not quite a lo...t cause, but flirting with it.“Hi Laquita, where’s Harold?”She beamed, “Ms. Winter! I’m going back to Ms. Gloria’s next week. Or maybe the week after.”Yeah. “Good girl.”“He’s in the kitchen.”Well, this is the life I’ve chosen. I not only know where Harold’s kitchen is, I can also pinpoint his bedroom. Upstairs, third door on the right if you’re. “I have heard you both talk in private during the night,” I replied. My hand went up to her thighs and reached her thick, bushy pussy. I lightly grazed her slit with the edge of my finger.“Aaahh..” mom moaned as I touched her juicy cave.I slid one finger into mom’s velvety soft pussy. She immediately closed her thighs and tightened her pussy walls, gripping my finger in her nether. I tried to finger fuck mom but was of no use.I gripped the hair at the base of her head with my free hand and. I felt it hit the back of my throat. That just spurred him on and he pushed harder until he was entering my throat. I started to gag and he pulled back for a second before slamming his cock forward again and soon he had at least six inches in my mouth and throat. I thought that I was going to die. He continued to push more until he realized that I couldn’t handle anymore. He told me to use my throat muscles to milk his cock. I slowly started to swallow and managed to get another inch in my. “You must be Sylvia and Donald. Nice to meet you, I am Lena”“Glad to meet you, Lena... but why did you wanted to meet us here?”“It’s the perfect place: discrete, remote and people will not look you bad if they hear you talk... And, if you two allow me, you were better than I expected!”“Oh, thanks! So do you...”After this awkward meeting, she took us to a restaurant, and she told us about her life. Lena was coming from a divorce and her husband was the perfect cheater, having affairs with all.