Her body ‘jumped’ a fractional inch, which was all my programming was going to give her. “Wha?”“Shhhh.” I said softly, while I peeled her ...ants down. It was rather difficult to slide them over her hips in that position, but I managed. “What’s your name?” I asked.“Who are you? What-”*Smack*I spanked her bare ass before she could could keep asking pointless questions. I say “bare” but she was wearing panties. Cotton flower-print ones, not quite a thong but they showed a *lot* of cheek. With her. They sat in the lounge. Paul and Pam were the only ones drinking. Jean suggested doing a film with Pam and Paul with her telling them that she was pregnant. Then Paul fucks her first then she leaves and then the film with Pam. Ann then suggested that the first film with her would be her showing her bump and that she wanted to be fucked.Over dinner, Pam and Jean told them that they had several clients, who were all widows, but two of them were sisters and spinsters that wanted to take suites in. His wife smiled at me in a pleasant way and I smiled back. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse and a sari. As we made up the stairs to their house and Mr, A opened the door with the key, the wife, Mrs. M, stood back a little and I stepped down a step to allow her space. She turned slightly to look back and then followed her husband through the door, a couple of steps behind them. They passed a sofa, in the lobby like room and turned past a bed. As Mrs. M. turned, I saw that her sari had dropped. She wanted him to fuck the shit right out of her! Still holding her panties aside, she began to hump her hips upwards a little, encouraging him. He slid back out of her slick tunnel before driving his cock back in hard. ‘Unh!’ she groaned as she filled back up. He lost all control. He began to fuck her right there in her bed while their parents were just downstairs (or were they?). He thrust in and out of her tight hole at a rapid pace. Her pussy was still so very tight, despite how much he’s.