Stevenson’s’ husband Brad leave, I could tell it was business again: he had just packed his last suitcase in the car. Mrs. Stevenson sat there sta...ring out the window watching her husband drive down the street. Then she noticed me staring at her, she smiled and waved.I did the same, and then she waved me over. When I walked in, she was sitting in an arm chair juts near the window and I could get a better look at what type of cloths she was having on. She looked just like her daughter, about 5”8,. Katrina’s the kind of person who likes to tease like this and can’t help but smile at the guys who gawk her. The more guys gawk her, the more she wants me. Fully dressed, we head to the bra fitting store.Upon arrival I couldn’t help but stare at Katrina’s breasts and butt as her and I walked from the car to the bra store. We end up meeting the owner and fitter named Ashley. It turns out Katrina booked an exclusive appointment so it would be just the three of us. Ashley looks about as amazing as. "With that Carl smiled at me and said, "How much of THIS can you take?"With that he dropped his mouth down and slid seven inches of white cock straight down into his throat. I nearly screamed as he began to fuck his throat with my cock. My hips came up as my balls contracted and I grasped at his bed sheets and I tried to hold back. Carl pulled back off me to my great relief as I settled back down. I could feel his cock on my knee as it was coming to life again and I had a brilliant idea. "Carl,. You! YOU!" You promised..." I began."No I did not! I didn't promise you anything. Do you remember what Iactually said to you? No? Oh don't worry there mister, I do. Clearly.I don't even need to replay the recordings I made of it to remember it. And did record it. I didn't promise you anything. What I told you, youself-centered arrogant little man was that I expected something from youfirst. I wanted you to show me that you were capable of that. That youcould give before you received. .