All my sons were there staring each with a strange look on their face.“What’s going on, Mom?” John asked.I thought desperately as I felt a dog�...�s snout against my ass and then a tongue licking at the sperm running out of my pussy and down my legs.“Look, boys,” I finally said, “please don’t think bad at me ... I have company. Male company. Sorry, but even a mother of my age has needs.”I didn’t wait for an answer but shut and locked the door as the dog licking at me grabbed me around my waist with. He helped people understand commitment of worship and held weekly worship just like church. We spent lots of the time together, eating together every day, going places, he showed me around his home town, he taught me a lot and we talked a lot about spirituality and worship. I was really intrigued. I wanted to learn more about his sect and how to properly worship. One night, he let me. He asked me to come to his hotel room which was a massive suite at least 4 times bigger than mine. The room was. Not from the coldness surrounding her, but rather from the pleasure that coldness was providing her. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as the thrusts came harder and harder. She arched her back a bit to allow the stranger to enter her deeper than he had up to this point. She let out moans of exstacy as he hit a spot inside her not reached before.After a few more minutes of the hard and deep fucking, she was lifted off the bed and turned around. She was put on all fours and her head was. Mac sighed. “I’ll be in touch, Alice.”Grace heard the interaction and rubbed Mac’s shoulders. “Well, at least she reacted exactly as I figured she would. I’m not after your money, McKinley Stewart; it’s your body I want.”“Well, then, come and get it, Gracie,” he said, pulling her onto his lap.Mac couldn’t help but think, as she was riding his cock moments later, that he was a lucky man.When the last day of this leg of the trip arrived, they got up before dawn, walked a few blocks to pick up the.