She hit a large pothole, and there was a loud pop from the left front end of the car. The car shimmied erratically as she wrestled to maintain control... easing the vehicle onto the grass.When the car stopped, instead of fretting about her equipment, Debbie reached for her pistol. Often, when someone flags you down, it's so someone else can waylay you. The girl rushed towards her, so Debbie exited the car. "Stop!" She waved her arm, motioning the girl back. "Approach slowly so I can be sure we're. She returned from the kitchen a few minutes later, carrying two cups. Sitting down beside me, she handed me one. “I hope you like it”, she said. I took the cup, had a few sips and leaned forward to sit it on the coffee table. That’s when she leaned in and kissed me. Our tongues were searching for each other. Damn, I thought, this girl can kiss. Our tongue’s dancing, nice and slow, like she was savoring the moment. I sure was! Her hands caressed my neck and shoulders, slowly but with a pulling. Her hands grip more firmly in my hair as she pushes my my face into her pussy and grinds against it.“Ohhh, please, don’t stop.” She moans between jagged breaths.“Ohhhhhh my god I’m cumming!”Her thrusts become frantic until she presses her self hard into my face and falls quiet. Her body shaking as tremors rip through her. Her head thrown back as she screams in wordless, silent ecstasy.“Uhhhh” She moans as her body releases and a new wave of pleasure tears through her.Each new set of convulsions. She walked over and was about to put it on when she remembered she had almost gotten fire from her last job for getting caught without underwear so she quickly the most conservative underwear she had black frilly that covered her tattoo of slave written on her ass cheek. She also put on a bra to contain her large double d breasts. Her two daughter Amanda and Karen were waiting. Karen was nude reading a paper wearing a collar. Her long red hair was loose and cum was leaking from between her.