" She headed for the stairs, Dawn behind her, the teen pausing only long enough to pick up her strap-on. On the landing Joyce carried on into her room..., putting the pizza box on the dresser next to her bed and slipping out of her robe. Dawn followed her, shrugging off the robe as she entered her Mom's room and standing naked holding the toy by the strap as Joyce turned back to her. She was beautiful, thought the MILF, so alluring and sexual, with her smooth snatch and tits that had the perfect. You told me you lost your cherry horseback riding, so you should be able to take the thing.”“I guess that's when it happened. I know I bled the time I got thrown and broke my wrist. Mom's dildos never hurt. Okay, here goes.”Lying in my bed, I pictured pixie Melody, her reddish-blond hair draped over her petite tits, her slender, pale legs spread, her pussy bare and slippery with lube, a toy in her hand, and her luscious nude friends crowded around. The snippets of conversation I heard made. I soothed her, "Don't you fret, sweetness, I ain't gonna hurt you. Just gonna make you scream!"My other hand reached her panties, rubbing her cooch through the fabric. Her body tensed, then surrendered to me as I felt a growing warmth and moisture bleed through the cotton gusset. I removed my hand, her mouth opening, and a soft sigh escaped."What are you?" I'm the Ghost of Paris, sweetness," I answered. "I haunt all the purtee gals in town. And you've attracted my attention." Well, I'm. She spoke with the research director for a few minutes, thanked him, and hung up. "It's called ComTech and it's in Massachusetts. The stock is traded over-the-counter. It's a thin capitalization stock. There may be a few million shares outstanding. The last quote is 3¼. Want it?"Ali grinned, stuck out her hand, and Barbara took it. The girls shook on their deal. "We're in business! Buy as much as you can get for any price under five. If it goes higher, we'll talk about it. I think maybe we.