If she was forty, that made my mother... shit, that made mom just a couple years younger than me!A door slammed somewhere, drawing me from my shock an... I glanced up, seeing my grandmother's face and the expression of disapproval that came over it. I got to my feet, brushing the dirt from my jeans as I walked toward the house, curious about what was going on."Corinne Anne McGivens," Grandma was yelling. Corinne was my mom. I couldn't help the curiosity that sent me closer to the window. "... an. Vinny was what you might expect in a stage manager for a burlesque house. He was in his 60’s, beer belly, silk button-down shirt, gold chain, half-eaten cigar, and hair slicked back with enough oil to see your reflection. “I want in,” I said to him as I walked up to him at the bar where he was cashing out the night. “No, you don’t, Dorothy.” That was my nickname because I was from the Midwest and because he thought I was a prude. “Yes, I do! I need the money!” I pushed. “I promise you; you. Inside was a bottle of Sake which he put in warm water after opening it.Then he opened foil packs of small quantities of more than a dozen exquisitely prepared Japanese dishes. After arranging the dishes aesthetically on porcelain dishes he wished the two women "Good evening" and left; bowing as he did so.Fran was excited at the meal. Each flavour was more exciting than the next, but neither woman ate to excess. The rice wine enhanced the meal, but both drank modestly."That was a superb meal,. "Oh, he isn't sorry at all," said the Cyber-Planner. "Ever since he met you the Doctor has dearly wanted to do... this!" he finished and shoved his cock deep inside her.Clara cried out as the Cyber-Planner began to thrust the Doctor's cock in long, languorous strokes. Smashed against the tabletop, Clara's cheek flushed bright red at the humiliation, but her pussy only dampened further at the sensation of the large member sliding around inside her.The Cyber-Planner had never felt anything like.