Local residents were in the habit of using the golf course as a wooded park during the summer and as private cross-country skiing locale/toboggan run ...in the winter. At the other end of the one-way street was the heart of 'the village', a street lined on both sides with stores and boutiques, some straight, run of the mill, like a grocery store and a body shop, others, high end 'fashion' boutiques.The day-care center, itself, was a low, single floor 'ranch-style' building, painted a 'New England'. When Mom put her arms around his neck he leaned in and planted his mouth on hers. Mom responded back by stuffing her tongue in his mouth. After picking up his wine glass Bill was standing watching his son and my Mom make out with an obvious hardon in his pants. My own cock was pushing the front of my pants out as I watched my best friend and my Mom make out. I guess Greg was a fast mover like his Dad because he started to rub Moms tits with one hand while the other rubbed her bare thigh and. OH?..OH?..OH?..OOOHHH...OH GOD!?Suzanne was being forced once again to the Devil’s dungeon. The corporal fucked her like a demon. He’d stop, then start in on her again. He fucked her for awhile then he pulled out, made her kneel and got his dick in her face. Suzanne groaned when she saw his big, wet, uncircumcised erection in her face. She could smell her pussy on his dick and it made her feel guilty. He grabbed her by her hair and rubbed his cock all over her face, smearing the wet tip. My wife Jennifer and I had married while still in college. After law school, I had decided to risk it all and open my own practice. After years of contending with angry bill collectors, flaky paralegals, bitter clients, obnoxious judges, and tight-fisted insurance companies, I'd finally built my personal injury practice into a real winner; my multi-million dollar pride and joy. Unlike many of my colleagues in the law biz, I didn't drink, I didn't chase my secretary, and I didn't speculate on.