I found myself thinking about Mel as I sat there, studying her while I sipped my coffee. Her deprived upbringing had instilled thrifty values congruen...t with my own. I had several times guided Mel to spend more of my money to get better quality, eg the plain black leather shoes she needed for school, and none of the items on her shopping list could be described as frivolous or ostentatious; no high-heels, no raunchy underwear, no jewellery or make-up.In addition, Mel was cute, smart, funny,. .i say to him to empty deep inside my throat which he declines at saying its going in my ass along with no 3's dose..its perfect lube for the BBCs to come after wards he says with a voice of reason i cant disagree with.. all this time cock no 3 has been piston pumping into my hole like a fucking machine and is now speeding up and ramming home harder with each stroke..it becomes violent and almost criminal for a few strokes until he stops, ball deep, sudden and without a twitch..until. "Mmmmmmm," I heard him say. I was glad I had taken a moment to clean up between my legs.The strange girl was not young anymore. But I looked carefully and her breasts were still not badly sagging. They were opulent looking, nicely swaying above the man so busy with his new discovery between my legs.The strange girl in the mirror put her hands on his head and pulled him closer, like she wouldn't let him go.I felt his tongue at that moment. Fingers pried aside my little panties and his wet tip of. "Paula's by the door."The elderly woman struggled to focus into the shadows and Paula moved across the lounge in the residential home. Her parents were showing some prospective buyers around the old house of her grandparents, who had both deteriorated rapidly in the previous two months. "Hi Nan," Paula muttered and sat down in an adjacent chair before accepting the offer of a cup of tea.Her grandmother took a few moments to focus on Paula and Emily, sitting next to her, but Paula steered the.