.. but I have a favour to ask." Oh oh." Vicki shook her head, teasing Sally that she was indicating for us to say no." Yeah, well look, you don't have...to do this. You can say no. But you know it's New Year's Eve tomorrow, right?" D'uh! Oh, sorry." You could see why Vicki didn't need more beer."Yeah. Umm ... so do you have plans?"Heather looked up. "Oh, no, you want to mess with New Year's Eve?" Well sort of. Maybe. I have a friend, Stacy. She runs a restaurant." Stacy Jones?" Yeah her. Trust. Her mouth slid all the way down licking the shaft as I closed my eyes feeling her rub my cock faster knowing I would cum and nothing I done would stop me, I got a feeling and a stream of cum shot from my cock all over mums hand and arm, she rubbed it until the last drop came out and then licked her hand and arm clean and then my cock saying it a sin to waist, I lay there breathless and smiling I had never cum that big and my mum had done it.She said have you ever heard of eating pussy I said. "Nonsense," John retorted. "You been a mother to me ever since my mother died and I loved you like I loved my mother." John began to get angry; "All he did was throw away years of happiness for the two of you." "I know, don't let that happen to you," Greta said. "Don't let Carol get away or you will have to worry about me killing you, Susan will be the least of your worries," she said with a smile.Carol got back into the van. Greta and John stayed in the back of the van out of sight.. .. EVER!”“Cross my heart,” I crossed myself. “We’re Sisters, right?”She nodded.“Sisters!”*I went downstairs feeling guilty as well as queasy and made us both mugs of strong black coffee. Then the two of us cleaned away every last trace of our nocturnal visitors from the house before getting bathed and dressed.There were small bruises on my hips and buttocks, my vulva was red raw and the hot soapy water stung me badly as I stepped into the bath but it was a discomfort I was happy to bear.Johnny.