Dinner was delicious, and by the time we were done, the summer sun had set. I paid for dinner and we walked out with a very affectionate Betty clinging to my arm. “So, shall we go back to the mansion and head right up to the bedroom?” she asked as we reached my car. “I had something a little naughtier in mind.” Sitting on the hood of my car, Betty wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer as we sampled the leftover taste of dinner from each other’s mouths. We were at the park near the mansion and it was late and dark enough that no one would interrupt us. As we kissed, I fondled her breasts, drawn to them like an addict. At first I tried to undo the buttons of her blouse one at a time, but impatience cost be my dexterity and I gave up, instead ripping it open and exposing her sinful tits to the night air. “Oh!” she gasped in surprise as the buttons went flying. I then pulled off her pants and underwear, much to her enjoyment. Mature, intelligent, and strong, Betty was a natural dominatrix, but that wasn’t to say she didn’t love playing the role of the masochist as indian well. To go down on her or to simply force myself inside her, she was expecting one or the other, but a shiver of lust ran up her back when told her to turn around and lie on her back. She obeyed, assuming the position with her head hanging down in front of me and her legs spread towards the windshield. I whipped my cock out and she opened her mouth, eager to receive it. “You really are a slutty cow milf,” I said with a laugh, “and I just love you so damn much.” I forced my cock in her mouth and down her throat, gagging her with it. “Yeah,” said Brie quietly. She howled as I ejaculated into her again and again, flooding her body with an army of swimmers. Even she wanted to try it out, so I helped her sit up and brought the tube up to her mouth and lifted the bladder higher to match the height of her mouth. Trish watched as Karen pulled a chair up next to hers and opened her notebook. Skylos was shouting. "Run 4. Intensity 20 of 30. My vision came into focus, images clarifying, sound roaring back into indian my ears. “On the left side, there is nothing right, and on the right side, there is nothing left!” “Did our daughters... break you? he moaned in sheer anticipation of what was to come. Then Carole got a surprised look on her face. I could feel my penis start to pulse, a deep pleasure completely took over me. Oh fuck! Even Lorraine and her men were crying. Her hand tightened on my futa-cock as she experienced her pleasure. Our mutual Faith was and still is important to us. She thanked me and disappeared inside.