They needed to go upstairs. He wanted her on a bed, he wanted to devour that pussy, slurp it up the wetter he made it, make her cry out. He took her b...y the hand, they quickly dried themselves and went inside. Which room should they choose? They went for the red room at the top of the third floor. There were curtains that could be drawn for privacy but that’s not what they wanted. They wanted to be out there in plain view, he wanted her screams of passion heard down below in the bar. He spread. Her longing cunt was picking away, sapping her puritan ethic.So many years, was her husband gone, buried in another town.Years of single mothering had emboldened Billy, her son.The lad grew great interest in private parts and curls of hair.Money worries took second place to hiding from his daily dares.Yesterday he lifted her skirt to catch a glimpse of her quim.Threats and commands failed to turn his mind away from sin.In failing warmth, Wendy despaired from a sudden little sound.A gentle. ' added Mrs. Chislom.The two ladies chatted for another five minutes about the proposedhairstyle. Ty sat quietly watching his mother. What was she talkingabout? It never usually takes this long? And why were they looking inthat magazine?Mrs. Chislom approached her son. She looked at him firmly.'Now I am going to get the lady to cut your hair differently and I wantNo nonsense from you. Understand!''Yes mum.' said Ty obediently.'Not a word. Now they are going to start by washing your hair then. I think under the circumstances we shoud go there before going to dinner."Eddie had moved his mouth to mine and we were kissing again and I felt hands moving around my body and moving over my tits. Then fingers found my nipples and I practically swooned at the feeling. At that point I just surrendered myself to what was going to happen this evening.When my body relaxed into Eddie's arms they knew that I was agreeable to whatever they wanted. With that, I felt Richies hands unbuttoning the front.