Supplies are limited but for a short time you can purchase a dozen bottles for ten dollars. Such a bargain, such a blessing.’ I was interrupted by a... voice from the crowd. ‘What kind of doctor are you?’ a man said with a midwestern drawl. ‘I am a doctor of medicine and a doctor of theology. I studied medicine at Rutgers University and theology at the Boston Seminary,’ I said sternly. ‘Humph, doctor of bullshit if you ask me,’ the man said. I ignored him and resumed my spiel. ‘Alright, who will. Cheryl wore her new dress; a skimpy little thing made of very light cloth that clung to her pert little breasts, hugged tightly to her waist and hips, but then flounced about her thighs as she walked along the street.Two middle aged men were walking towards her and she drew her shoulders back just a little more, and swung her hips just a little more, and even though these men were older and a bit rough looking, she still gave them just a hint of a teasing smile as they passed.Both men had been. I allowed my fingers to explore the now swollen plumped up lips of my not so tight little pussy, they felt sore to the touch, yet very responsive to my touch and soon my fingers delved into their folds and started to work my little clit until another orgasm pulsed through my body.I got dressed and felt the need to go out and walk past the old paki man's house to see if he would say or do anything to my hungry sore little pussy. I had no idea why, but I just needed to be used again by these men. Mike sighed as his cock swelled stiffer, spitting ou little droplets of cum onto his mother's swirling tongue. Janet greedily lapped it all up. She flushed as she forced her head lower, engulfing another half-inch of his cock in the buttery wetness of her throat."Unh! Suck it!" Mike curled his fingers in her thick, dark hair. He started to fuck his ass rapidly off the bed, fucking his prick down her throat. "Gonna cum, Mom! Oh fuck, jack on it!"Janet wrapped her fingers tightly around the root.