He’d been here as a kid, working the grounds at the Barclay Inn one summer. Almost local boy makes good, that story, rich man comin’ back to his r...ots. Nope, he didn’t come from here. His wife Betty was a bitch: tall, pretty thin, massive tits and hips, usually had a look on her face that could curdle milk. Matronly, wanted to rise high in society. Don’t think I ever saw her smile, well maybe a time or two but we’re not at that part of the story. Daughter Anna: 18 year old perfection. If she’d. Instead he set the bottle down on the table and slid it across the table to me.Whenever he offered me a drink, it was always accompanied by some bad news. Hisway of taking pity, I guess. I didn't care; as soon as I got the bottle Iturned it upside down, with the neck pointing down my throat. "Yeah, ok, that's enough," he decided, watchingsome of the whiskey drip down my chin. I never had any money, and free drinkswere rare in this sleazy little club. Strippers weren?t supposed to drink onthe. Jeremy mounted over my mound and soon I felt his big cock slipping between my pussy lips and entering my wet cunt real easy…He fucked me like crazy, with long strokes. His dark body smelled like a dirty bear, but it also aroused me and made me feel like a whore…He pumped my cunt during ten minutes, when I felt him ram his dick deep in me as he shot his load inside my stretched wet cunt.After unloading her last drop of warm semen in my womb, Jeremy lay on top of me for a few seconds and kissed. I may have cum standing there sucking on her fingers; I don’t know. I may have been cumming constantly since she watched me slide my fingers deep into my wet pussy half an hour ago. Certainly, ever since my vaginal muscles haven’t stopped spasming as pulses of pleasure, like lightning bolts, zigzag their way throughout my sex and cum juice has flowed from between my legs like a water main with a burst faucet. Her fingers exit my mouth leaving it empty, panting, dribbling and needy. Her arm.