Cathy watched her mother's arms snake around her father's neck, as he drove his cock with increasing speed in and out of her mother's cunt. Cathy reme...mbered the story. She had heard her mother, talking to some of her friends over drinks one night, when her father was working late.As she rubbed her hand over her pussy, she visualized it, the way her mother told it. Lots of the women told stories that night, but Cathy thought her mother's story was the sexiest. They were both teenagers, still in. "Look man. If you're interested let me have Liz give her a call. I know they're not best friends or anything but they know each other. Maybe another woman could help." Don't do anything until I talk with her. This morning we left it that I would tell her what you and I talked about after the kids go to bed.Emily, had just turned 34 and had been married nearly half of her life. Her oldest was a son named Derrick, he was almost 14. His sister, Jane, was eight. Men always seemed to be looking at. The only matter to know now, was if such a beauty could be a lesbian…She approached us to offer some drinks and then Camilla reached out, slipping her hand inside the cut at the side of the tight skirt the girl was wearing.“Annabella” said the little badge on her round soft tits.The girl looked surprise as Camilla touched her; but she did not resist…She had both hands busy taking a tray; so she could not move away.Annabella just smiled to my girlfriend, as she wanted to say she was also. Jack, the female on whom you have asked me to maintain surveillance, the mother of Lisa, the records I have been watching now say that she died on— he gave the date.Shit. Now I'd have to tell her. I hated having to do it, and I especially hated having to be the bearer of these particular bad tidings. She'd beat herself up for not having been there, even with her mom as out of it as she'd been, and I was the reason she hadn't been able to be there.She took it about as hard as I'd expected. I.