As soon as we got there, she took off to be with her friends. What a waste." I said to myself. "Guess it means another night of going home to surf the... net and whack off."I was so totally dejected and depressed that I left the concert before it got started. When I finally walked in the door at home, I wasn't prepared for the sight that awaited me. There was my mother totally naked leaning over the back of the arm chair with Mr Robinson, the next door neighbor's cock stuffed all the way up her. Pita straddled me, bringing the tip of my thick and aching cock to her shaved folds. Her juicy pussy lips nuzzled into my tip, swallowing more than just my futa-shaft.Mother and daughter's cream mixed together as Pita impaled herself down me. Thanks to my little sister, I had discovered the delights of incest. I grinned at this thrill, my friend moaning as she sank her pussy down my cock.“Oh, that feels good,” moaned Pita. “I've never ridden a futa-cock before. Glad to get the chance. This is. He also dabbles in currency speculation."Brendan's curiosity was less than satisfied. Trading currencies on the small fluctuations of national economies was something that Wall Street suit types did, not men living in Secaucus. Besides, cocaine smugglers were in the "import-export" business too."That's kind of vague," Brendan said."When you are family, you can know more of the family business. Until then, you will just have to wait," Jacinta replied as placed her cup in the sink."When I'm. No reason to be uncomfortable now."Jennifer stepped out of her heels one by one, shoved them out of the way with her stocking-clad feet and then undid her skirt slowly. Her panties were so drenched by now they felt like a second, sticky, moist skin.And then the skirt dropped at her feet. She knew now that if there was a person or persons present beside her husband, they could now see her in her lingerie. She was now standing blindfolded, in her bra, her soaking panties, a garterbelt, and a pair.