I hope you slept well.”“Uh, yes, Mrs. Berman, I slept just fine, thank you.”“Good. Well, you be sure to say hello to your mom and dad. See you...kids later.”Mrs. Berman started to close the door, but stopped and took a couple of sniffs. “Why does it smell so, um, I don’t know, like musty, organic or something in here? You really ought to open your window and air your room out once in a while, Jerrod.”“Yeah, well, um, it’s probably because Eric and I were wrestling around last night and got all. You feel so good inside me." She called out. I whispered in her ear, "whose pussy is this?"She cried, "it's yours. I'm yours. I want to be your slut. Only yours. I want you inside me all the time. I've dreamed about this for a long time. I want to worship your cock." You want my cock?" I asked, still furiously pumping her snatch with my fingers."Yes. God yes. Can I have your cock please? I'm on fire and I need it!" Oh, you need my cock, yeah? Where do you need my cock most? Here in your pussy?". Her land had been handed down from generation to generation for over a hundred and fifty years. Her original ancestor had purchased the land for a dollar an acre and it was currently accessed at over five thousand dollars an acre. Her parents had been killed when she was five and she had been raised by her grandparents. Her grandmother had died a few years ago and then her grandfather had died two years ago. Since Gretchen was not twenty-one at the time her land had gone into some sort of. After another drink, Marcy and I left the club. We knew Laura would meet us at the room in about an hour. It was all set.Marcy and I were soon back in our room. We opened a bottle of wine we had brought with us and Marcy went over and put on some music on a portable stereo she took with us. Soon were dancing together in the middle of the floor. In a little while there was a knock at the door. Marcy stopped dancing and went over to answer it.In a moment, Laura entered the room. She was still.