Smither said, her eyes going vacant as she reminisced. "He had a nice hard cock. Not like the wimpy one I'm used to." Well, I'll miss that blonde chee...leader's tight wet pussy. I'm stuck with an old hag's dried up one. And, man, her ass was even tighter."They continued laughing, jibing each other with merriment. And then they stopped laughing when they heard a loud crash. Running to the parlor, they found pieces of a shattered vase on the floor. Looking at each other in confusion, Mrs. Smither. For Aron’s sake, he hoped that was true.And that was getting him off the hook. Only the thought of having done what he had just done with Aron should have made him feel sick to the stomach, like the homophobe he was. But the truth was that he didn’t feel sick. He didn’t feel anything.Actually, if he was to be honest, that wasn’t exactly true. He felt like his bones were made for something mushy and loose, and it was like he wanted to doze off. There was something delicious, pouring smoothly. In the meantime the Chinese lady was now lying back and the elder blonde was thrusting into her shaven cunt with a huge strap on. The Chinese for her part was trying to catch the swinging nipples in her mouth without any luck. Eventually the Chinese ladies fingers went south to assist the strap on and after a few minutes caressing her clit she bucked and squirted like nothing he had seen before.Young blonde was now very wet and was also playing with her clit, her mother moved across and took. I walked away from them, realizing as I did so, what a near thing it had been. I didn't think Brenda would realize that she had been Bea's intended offering to me. I was disappointed in a way, and worried that Brenda would stay mad at me because of the things Bea had told her. I didn't feel bad about not having the three girls letting me run my hands all over their beautiful bodies. I felt a little bad about it, but not real bad. All right, I felt bad, like I'd cheated myself out of a once in a.