"Softly?" Yes." Show me how you touch them." I took his hand and brought it to my breast, while at the same time I pushed him down and lay atop him. H...is hands fondled up at me. Our faces were inches apart. By then, I knew, Ernie had figured out that he was about to get laid, but he was probably still wondering what he had done to deserve this treat."Does she suck your cock, Ernie?"He nodded."Do you want me to do that for you?" Yes," he whispered."Do you ever eat her pussy?" Yes." Does it taste. It is some real powerful smelling stuff he sells, but it does the trick. His salve works plenty good on cuts too."Ma had her lips pursed thinly. "If he has some hootchy cootchy dancer again this year, David and I shall stay away. And I don't want you hanging around one minute longer than it takes to buy your liniment. You know I do not abide with the shameless spectacle of an unclothed woman parading herself before men. It isn't moral or decent." Honey, you know you look just like a little song. Since his marriage, Michael had ‘transformed’, as he liked to think of it, over twenty women into sluts. When they met him for the first time they were conventional, average women with a demure reserved personality and high, repressed sex drive. He sensed something in them that awoke his lust, something that told him they were the next quarry in his hobby. And to this point he had never failed yet. His sense of who would bend to his will and become a slut had never been wrong. When he had. Hell we were secure in a fenced off private backyard pool area. As we spat into each other’s gaped poop shooters it was like Salome had met Jezebel. We were dirty, sullied, skanky, trashy happy girls.Well if we were two sleazy tarts, what followed made my mum as an adult a pure hoe, but I must say in advance, she was amazing to be with. Imagine if a cross between Samson’s Delilah and Lucrezia Borgia crashed your girly pussy frenzy and arsehole violation. And with no by your leave or beg your.