There was no attempt to explain her motives, but then no explanation was necessary. This was lust, nothing more. Josie was another case in point that ... tended to end up fucking girls in restrooms, public or private."I knew it," Ninve's voice asserted behind me."Was it that obvious, Princess?" I asked her, while Josie continued to suck my dick."Honey, that look in Josie's eyes is the same one that I get whenever I can't resist the urge to seduce you. I applaud her excellent taste in men, of. After that she was hooked, she was a former ballet dancer in high school and she knew dance moves that she used during sex that would drive any man wild. When we first met I was teaching her how to give a blow job and she asked “what do you do with the cum?” I said oh, you swallow it, she dutifully swallowed every drop and continued to do so for the next eighteen years. But she had one hang-up she did not like anal sex. One night we had a few drinks and I was fucking her and asked “can I put it. We didn't know we were going out. We're not dressed to go out in public." Sandy protested."Fine! Sandy get over here and bend over." I ordered the defiant mother. She needed to learn she was no longer in charge of her self or her family.Sandy stepped forward and bent at the waist. She probably expected to give me a blowjob. I surprised her by stepping behind her and lifting her short dress over her hips. I grabbed the elastic strip that held her silky panties to her waist. With a hard yank, her. Nothing. Just a blank white envelope. Taking a deep breath, I tore it open and pulled out two sheets of paper. The first one sent goose bumps down my spine. It read: Go to Customer Service and pick up the package. No need to worry about paying for the items inside. No need to even tell anyone the purpose of the box. Don't look inside -- not unless you'd like a sneak preview of your doom -- and face the added trouble such a move would put you in. I felt sickened at the thought of having to.