"I shook my head. "You're amazing!" She filled and started the dishwasher so I asked, "How did things go this afternoon?"She sat at the kitchen table ...cross from me. "You mean with Brett?" She laughed. "Lotsa enthusiasm but I think I know more about sex than he does." She took my hand. "He sure can't eat pussy like you can." She squeezed the hand. "He wants to see me again and he kept offering me money as if I were a whore... am I a whore Andy?"I sipped my scotch, "A lot of people would. His one enjoyment was to spy on his sexy neighbor’s daughter and to flip through his dirty magazines.Sasha was a tart who liked to strip in front of her window and give anybody who was watching a cheap thrill. She did other things if she was drunk. Sasha was a tease and was good at it.She had long red hair and a pair of tits you just wanted to touch. She had creamy white skin and the greenest eyes you could imagine. She was quite curvy and had an ass you just wanted to fuck. She had one of. The shack was recently renovated. It looked like it was furnished last week. I peered inside the bedroom to see Agnes spread eagle on the bed. The window was open so a slow but cool breeze ran through the room. I climbed onto the bed. Kissing her neck at first, I slowly worked my way down to her tits. I yanked off the bikini top which made a snapping noise which made her jump. I sucked on her tits furiously, and I mean furiously. I moved my way down to her pink pussy. I grabbed both nipples. More about that later. John, meanwhile, was busily sucking Dee's tits in the corner, as he watched M and Steve go at it like animals on display for all to see. He searched for his own wife, Carol, and found her. Well, he assumed it was her. It looked like her from behind, on her knees, sucking the cock of M's hubby, Barry. Barry had her by the hair and was pumping his cock into Carol's mouth each time his hips thrust forwards. John reached down to give his own cock a little play, until Dee.