"Joel almost dropped his phone, then handed it to her. She entered hername and of course her phone number. Her name is Elizabeth.She said, "if the exe...cise bike gives you any problem, you can call me."Joel said, "thank you very much for your help getting the bike here,Elizabeth."She said, "I go by Liz, it was nice to meet you, Joel."They exchanged good-byes and Liz left. Must wash this bike off, butfirst he went in the house to find the right room to put it in. Thehouse was a two bedroom ranch. "Brut, tres brut," and then started to giggle. "Curt, French cuisine, or perhaps wine, just met French sex. This is a lubricant, but it is not overly sweet, as they tend to be. Instead, it is flavored with dry wine; to give Marie the sophisticated flavor that so fits her. That sounds rather pleasant, as long as she leaves the bread and cheese outside."Adjusting her green beret, Carol looked at me. "Fix your uniform, and let us go prepare Marie. Preparations must be made for penetrating ground. A little bump on the head can’t keep me down for long.” Elena’s expression lightened. “Is there anything I can do for you?”“I know I told you we would talk things over with Maxine about Courtney together but I may have already discussed things over with our little sister, your second wife. Don’t worry we’ll still talk things over with Maxine, I just didn’t want this topic suddenly thrust upon her when we were both there. I did what I could to ease her into the subject. She said she wants to. I looked at my sister. Her face was gleaming with lust. “Suck her cunt.” I ordered. She immediately settled between mother’s legs, slowly brought her lips closer to mother’s pussy and touched her wet hair with her tongue. “No…” Mother wailed loudly. Her body twisted as Najma’s tongue touched her labia. “What’re you doing?”Her eyes popped open. I smiled at her. Mother’s body stiffened but she made no attempt to force Najma away from her cunt. Najma now began licking mother’s hot pussy. Her.