I don’t want to have a one night stand with a complete stranger. What am I doing? I still don’t even know his name. I push him away.“What’s th...e matter darling?” he tries to kiss me again.“I thought we were here to clean my clothes.” I whisper.“We are sugar, we are.” Before I know it he pulls my skirt down. “But then you first have to pull them off.”“Okay.” I answer. “So where can I clean them?”“Take a guess.” He says with a strange smile on his face. I walk to the door. But it won’t open. The. Well, it was my first fuck in a month. At the back of my mind, was a voice, saying, "no, stop." It was Pete, way too late of course. I lay on her kissing her and telling her it was not over yet. I pulled out, and dragged Pete's chair to the bed and tilted it over and said, "you better lick her clean before I take my second fuck. If you lick her clean enough she might not get pregnant, haha! "Now for that beautiful mouth. As I presented my limp cock, she opened up ready to receive. Frankly, she. "Vicky, not so fucking rough, my wife has never been fucked in the ass. Be gentle!" I said between my thrusts. But he pulled at Sarita's hair and fucked her like an a****l. His cock thrusts were causing her to cry out again"Your wife is a fucking slut? I want your wife and your mother as my whores! I am fucking your wife's tight hot unfucked ass!!" he growled."Fuck my ass you bastard, dont slow down...give all your cock to me, Vicky! Fuck my virgin ass!" my wife yelled.Vicky kept pounding at. Each day Gretchen would dream up some new way of feeding her mother the shit that she made, and each day the teenager became more and more obsessed with her human toilet. Katrina noticed that her daughter was spending much more time at home and loved the new relationship that had developed.When Friday morning arrived Gretchen came into the kitchen while her mother fixed coffee. She nonchalantly raised her skirt as she spoke to Katrina, who, going to her knees pulled her daughter's panties down.