I sat propped up on my pillows on the bed, my legs apart in my soft sleeping shirt and warm cotton panties. I casually stroked myself as the disc spun... up and images began to move across the screen of a girl who appeared college aged in a kitchen. She didn't look like mom, then an older woman entered. Oh my god! It was her and looked like it had been made only a few years ago! She looked amazing. I would guess it hadn't been more than four or five years. My mind raced. How old would I have been?. They were soft. They looked like two bowling balls stuffed into a couple of sacks, but they felt like velvet pillows. ‘You like?’ she purred. ‘Oh my God,’ he moaned, ‘Oh my fucking God!’ She reached down to his crotch and rubbed his hard cock through his trouser. He sighed and thrust his hips against her hand. ‘Lock the door, baby,’ Olivia whispered, ‘We don’t want to be interrupted.’ As much as Bill hated to let go of her tits he got up and stumbled to the door. He kept tripping over furniture. ” And she’d suck my cock and I would direct her. “You had better do better than that if you want to get paid! Faster!” and she would face fuck me with an aggressive pace that must have strained her poor neck. I’d get close to climaxing and say. “NO, that’s not good enough, you need some incentive? Get your ass up here!” And Spankie would get off her knees and obediently lay across my lap. White ass cheeks framed by garter belts and fishnet stockings. I would have her count sometimes and say my. I didn't mind the taste and it was better when it was still warm than waiting and have to swallow it when it was cold!On other occasions we would both strip naked and masturbate together, we usually didn't touch but on a couple of occasions Alan asked if I would help him to reach orgasm. It felt very sexy to hold his hard penis in my hand and stroke him up and down, he leaked copious amounts of clear pre-cum and my fingers were often slippery with it as I wanked him. I loved it when Alan told.