The irritation at her useless friend was comical.Blondie finally stirred into action. She rose from the bed with a melancholy expression on her pretty...face and peeled her top upwards and away, glossy hair splashing back down around her shoulders. The reveal, as she pulled the garment away from herself, was of a body almost as toned as Scarlet’s, but graced with substantially bigger breasts; her half-cup brassiere provided a pink lacy setting at odds with her attempted burglar persona. For a man. My fingers brushed against her lips when I accidentally dropped the sponge a few minutes later and mom let out a gasp. I went to retrieve the sponge when she spoke “Arrrr, Forget the sponge just touch me again please” I ran my hand up her chunky leg and on to her hairy fanny before tracing her fanny lips up and down. Mom moved her hand and grabbed my finger and pushed it inside herself. She whimpered when my finger began to insert them then let out a moan when it found her love hole between. It was almost too much. It *was* too much. I finally dropped my pants–and my sticky, cum-soaked briefs–so Millie could see the effect on my long-suffering dick. After that, the effect was the same for both of us. I’d turn a page, gasp, and look up to see her doing it live–my cock would quake and drip fluid to the carpet, pre-cum running like a leaky faucet, and Millie’s bald fat pussy would do the same. Or I would spurt, my sperm arcing through the air, as Mille shuddered and came in front of. ? Again the feminist?s thighswere not spared.? Soon the dark brownexpanses of flab were covered almost as thickly with scarlet tramlines.? By the end of the session, Laisa was tooexhausted even to scream.? Each freshblow was only marked by a pitiful whimper; and between them she let out a low,agonised keening noise.? Her eyes werescrewed shut, her mouth hung open to emit occasional dribbles of saliva.? Even the needles stuck into her wereeventually forgotten.? When Wayne finallyturned her back.