Well, I deserved the answer I got. "Billy, I can tell by the look on your face that you serviced all three girls last night, and I have to admit to a ...ittle jealousy. I have not had a man since my husband died six years ago, and I am starting to get that itch. I look at you and wonder if you could stand to help out an old woman one of these days." Mrs. Archer, you are still attractive. There is no reason that I would turn you down for any reason except that my other girls might object. I'll ask. We referred to ourselves as Hamonites and as such, we operated a slew of shady businesses from Paul's transmission shop to a pair of thrift stores and even a snowcone cart called Mr. Freeze. All staffed by drug addicts, thieves and paedos. On Sundays after church, we would chase hookers off the streets and shut down crack houses with nothing more than picket signs and a bull-horn.If you didn't do exactly what the pastor wanted, he would, "hook you up". That would usually involve some poor sap. “Is that ok mom?” she nodded.I moved over to Ben, wrapping my fingers around his cock, feeling it swell as I touched it. Lowering my mouth, I began to kiss the tip, I could see the dried juices from our lovemaking on his cock. Slowly I kissed up and down the shaft, until I reached the top again. Then opening my mouth, I slipped my lips over his cock, allowing it into my mouth, tasting it with my tongue. I could hear Ben moan, as I began to suck him. Slowly allowing more of his length into my. This was not painful, This was fucking great. I started to slowly rise and fall onto the length of that wonderful pleasure tool. I was picking up my pace when I heard, what sounded like the voice of some woman moaning loudly in the distance. I realized that woman was me and that the neighbors could easily hear me. I didn't care. I kept on fucking. Then I raised myself upright, onto his midsection and started rocking furiously, with my hands on his chest and my hips gyrating wildly. I could feel.