Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both girls have pulled the straps off or to the side during the da...y to remove most of the tan lines. Neither girl was topless but the wine made them less concerned if a strap dropped a little low.Then we sat around listening to tunes and chatting. An old Elton John song, “Sweet Painted Lady” comes on. “ …. getting paid for being laid, I guess that’s the name of the game…” .Both girls chime in in unison “how come. My friend left and the lady and me sat down at a table. We talked for over two hours. She revealed some of her experiences of which I found quite interesting. I asked her if she would allow me to record some when she had the time. We met the next weekend and I recorded some. I will write it in her narrative.THIS IS HER STORY:I was in my mid thirties, divorced and had a 16 year- old daughter and a 14- year old son. Struggling to make ends meet, I prostituted myself out sometimes to pay the. He drove his cock through his fist, the cockknob flaring out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike. His balls went off in Diana's palm and his cock rippled as the thick slime sped up through the hollow core. Then great creamy clouds of cum were bursting from Jimmy's throbbing cockhead and cascading onto his mother. Diana moaned as the boiling incest oil splashed on her fat tits and poured over her belly, so hot that she thought it might raise blisters on her tits, like bubbling bacon. It opened her up for exploring or porn caliber sex. My cock was slowly filling her like she could never experience again..Her first time...As I finally bottomed out, I looked to see a couple of inches that wouldn't fit..Jamie was hanging in there,trying to stroke back a few times as we found our 'style'..She seemed to like it in deep,only withdrawing a couple of inches, then back in. I wanted to pull back till just the head was in, then go back home. We decided on a dozen of each until one of.