Chloe knew that said stout man with a gun is none other thanMorton, her 'father' / handler. How he got here was a matter to asklater, for one of the y...oung men Renee knows in an instant "Mickey?" shecried out with both shock and seething anger as Chloe could notice. Ohboy, she thought, he's in trouble."Mickey, what the fuck are you doing here?" Renee roared at herboyfriend, watching Mickey and his buddy squirm in place as Morton helda gun to his face. He uttered out some flimsy excuse for his. This bitch was in heat. I was near suffocating on it. I could taste her, she was strong. I thought about the boring, sedentary sex life she endured with her fat ass husband. I would make sure I exceeded his bullshit. I moved my hands to the undersides of her thighs, pushing them up, pushing Cindy back. She went with the flow, the older woman now putty in the rookie’s hands. My head was under her classy skirt, and the rookie got a rookie surprise. No panties. When did she take them off? . .. oooh!” she sighed happily and squirmed around to rub her clit and pussy lips, then began to move up and down.I fondled her good-sized, firm tits while we smiled at each other.“We ought to get some close-ups,” Angie reminded her co-producer.“Ooh yes,” Christina plopped off, and the next few minutes were spent doing some intensive filming of my cock. We placed it carefully lying on their tummies to show how far it reached; at the entrance to their plump, glistening pussies; being slowly. Hecouldn't think of the number."Oh dear," said Sister Chastity, "maybe there's something wrong with yourmemory? Quick, what's the phone number of the house in which you grewup?" Without pausing to think, Ryan rattled off the answer - then closedhis eyes in chagrin as the realisation hit him. He'd just recalled a madeup number from a fictitious residence - the one in which Amanda hadsupposedly lived when she was younger. The fake history the nuns hadforced him to develop around his female.