Over and over again, everyone had a turn at her. The used and abused Milf thought it was over, until one of the girls rolled her on her back, pulled d...own her own shorts and panties, then proceeded to sit on the helpless moms face, forcing her to lick her till she came. Then two other girls sat on her face, forcing her to make them cum, till finally they were done with her.Renee lay there in the middle of the floor, wearing only her thigh highs, soaked in sweat and co-mingled cum, quietly crying. Her bud pressed outward, I teased gently at it, tracing the root of it with my lips and tongue. Her gasps rose, her hips rotated, pressed up to me. This time I went on. Her belly heaved, her nubbin danced. But I didn’t stop. I knew there were further depths. I ground my face into her, sucked at the nest of her bud, stabbed at the little wad, rolling it between my lips. Her ecstasy rose ever higher. I knew she had cum, but I went on. “Ohm. Ohh. Oh please stop. No, don’t stop. Ohh. Oh.” She. They were a nice family and he liked being around them. Back at the cabin he would prepare something digestible and have a couple of drinks to help him sleep at night. But the answer to his problem continued to evade him. He was stuck in "I can't hide from it but can't live with something I don't understand" kind of a situation but there was something nagging at him, as if he had missed something. Or was he afraid of being alone in this late age of life when perhaps companionship mattered more. " What?" How do I put this..." Spit it out, squirt."I looked Jess straight in the eyes."Dan is the most boring guy I've ever met."I wasn't lying. As promised, he'd spent the whole date talking aboutcars...but not sports cars, or even racing. For whatever reason, he wasinto antiques - the early Ford models, stuff like that.It was a challenge not to fall asleep.And then he'd made a move.Now here's the thing: I am a straight guy. I'm as straight as they come.I like the ladies. But for whatever.