One more yes one more finger, all four going deeply, slowly filling me as I imagine, his cock, not my husbands but DeSean. Feeling it stuff me. Would ...t make me scream? Could I even take it? Touching places deep within that have never been touched by a cock. Whimpering I cum again, my fingers feeling another flood inside me. I finally fall asleep. The alarm clock blares, I reach over to turn it off. Oh, I am stiff from my work out last night. I guess DeSean worked me out pretty good and I. By this time they had saved enough money to buy the restaurant.That was two years ago. When Maria began working after school at the age of 15 as a waitress, business really seemed to pick up. Particularly in the evening when she was working. Her father, a strong man, shrewd, with the quick, nimble mind of a successful businessman realized that his daughter had the feminine assets that could be used to lure more customers to the restaurant.Although Maria and her mother initially balked at the. ”“Really? What would you like to do?”She came over and sat on the bed beside me. “Oh, just more of the same is fine with me,” she said, grinning. She kissed me and our tongues wrestled for a minute.“Jimmy will be taking Rachel on weekends,” she said. “He will be alternating between picking her up her Saturday afternoons and dropping her off at church on Sunday, or picking her up on Friday and bringing her back Saturday. So I’ll have either a Friday or Saturday night free each weekend; next week. ’ I had guessed what strategy the attacker was going to use. Even Elena was blushing. ‘I shake her again, and she rolls over onto her back, and looks straight at me. Her eyes looked…dead. I guess it was from the…ministrations. So, she asks me if I want to watch. I respond as any red-blooded male who’s been touring with Able Company—with no decent pussy around, I might add—would respond. I said yes.’ If there was a picture in an encyclopedia for ‘face-palm’, Elena would have been the two page.