It had two movies.One I entitled, ‘Dial M for Murder’ and the other, ‘Throw Momma >From The Train.’ These were the substitutes I had used to m...ask the real titles, ‘Dial M for MOTHER’ and ‘BLOW Momma On The Train.’To my horror, the tape was missing. Only the space it had been removed from gave evidence of it ever being there in the first place. I knew it was there the night before because I had used it to bring myself off and then replaced it. My sister went shopping most of the day and left for. I... ah- I mean, thank you for letting me lick my sister's booty, sir! It tastes yummy and it makes me feel so sexy to get her off in front of you!? So Maggie licked, slurped and sucked until her rear orifice was well-polished enough to make an inviting target for my shaft. Afterward I took Maggie's face in my hand, gently stroking her cheek. ?All done? Do you have anything to say to me, slut? Maggie stared into my eyes with a look of plaintive despair. I brushed some. I hadn’t consciously noticed before that Zöe actually had rather an ample chest, as they say. She’d also curled the ends of her hair, and applied some subtle make-up, which she never bothered with in the office. In short, she looked great. She giggled with delight as my jaw dropped. I started to apologise for not having made a similar effort, but she slapped me on the hip to stop me. ‘Don’t be daft, it’s your company I want, not the contents of your wardrobe. Anyway, I want people looking at. She sighed as she grabbed a mug full of coffee and headed to work herself. On the ride to her office in the city, Maya thought about how the spark was dying in her marriage. There was a time when her husband greeted her every morning with a raging hard-on and fucked her wildly before she could even make it to the shower. Now, seven years later, she was lucky to even see her husband before going to work. She knew he was committed to his career, but damn, she was a woman and she had needs.That's.