Michele lowered her face to the Matron's and their lipsticked lipssmashed together in desire. Michele fucked her superior; their stockingrubbing toget...her, increasing their pleasure."Oh fuck me you bitch! Fuck me you tranny whore!" Amanda cried,capitulating.Michele ground her groin against Amanda's, ensuring that she stimulatedAmanda's clitoris as she ground against her, plunging her rampant cockdeep inside Amanda's clinging vagina. The Matron arched her back,lifting her crotch to increase her. Happy home apart had I not! What I did this evening was give your mother a heads up to what Frank was planning. Put her in the driving seat, so to speak. She now has the opportunity to keep her eyes on the family bank accounts and financial situation, before Frank's had a chance to move a lot of cash around." You think he'd leave her destitute?" No not really, the courts wouldn't let him get away with that. After all, he's always insisted that you mother hasn't had a job; better to control her. . . when the moon's brighter. It was a little dark to see much last night." Tilly half glanced back at me. She knew what we were talking about . . . but didn't want to admit it. "Maybe so," was all she said. Changing the subject, she said: "I think he's ready for me to ride him." I knew she was talking about the horse, but I wished she had been talking about me. I grabbed the halter off the wall and put it on the horse while she put the brush away. We met back. It seemed perfectly natural for the women to trade their husbands' services. Don went off with Joan, leaving Vicky with Frank."Where's that faucet?" Frank asked."Oh, there's no big rush," Vicky purred. "How about a drink first? You probably had a hard day on the golf course." Uh, yeah," Frank said, reddening a little. "A drink would be great, Vicky."She brought him a drink and sat next to him on the couch, moving so close that she could feel the heat of his exciting male body. She'd always.