I pushed my hand up mom's skirt, her panties were soaked. I moved my hand inside her panties and her bush and pussy were soaked as well. I pulled my h...nd out and smelled it, it was sperm alright. "You did not use a rubber?" I asked. "No way, nobody uses those things, I like to feel a man inside me and I love to feel him cum and fill me." Mom said. I put my hand back down to her cunt and sarted to play with it making her cum within a few minutes. "Honey, no man has ever made me cum and feel. Then we both get pleasure." Zoba could feel her pussy getting hot. She wanted so badly to fuck Jamike since they met at the coffee shop. His light brown hair and blue eyes and always caught her attention. Especially when he was walking around in just his basketball shorts. His body was nicely tanned and he kept it in great shape."I want to kiss you."Zoba shook her head in disbelief. Was that her voice she just heard? After a few seconds of just staring at each other Zoba leaned forward and kiss. The police were not in control of the situation, additional we also had to pay for a mafia roof, as they called it, and these ladies were, therefore, working for a fucked up system. So, why not fuck the shit out of their uniforms, that's was my thought.I used to pass them by 24/7, often together with girls, I took back from the city. It was easy to get girls, all kind of girls. Some were prostitutes, some semi-whores, others just young students. What they wanted was money and a man from the. I leaned over the counter, supporting myself with one arm as I teased myself, slipping the vegetable in a little, stroking, and probing.My breathing quickened as I slid the end of the eggplant inside, filling an ever increasing void, but it wasn't completely satisfying. I slid it deeper, and it felt good, but my mind was playing tricks on me. It kept saying that it wasn't enough. I wasn't sure what to do, but I knew my mind was right.My eyes set upon a thick carrot resting on the cutting board,.